Chapter 17:
After retrieving the Professor's car, more formerly known as the Laytonmobile, the group decided to begin the search for Emmy.
"I will return to Scotland Yard and run tests on the vial Flora found." Rowland informed.
"Now? While Emmy is missing?" Luke asked.
Rowland nodded. "It may give clues of Emmy's captors." Rowland turned. "I'll inform you if I find anything."
And with that, Rowland left the three and headed for the Yard.
"Let's go, you two." Layton suggested.
Flora and Luke jumped into the car in response.
Medieval characters carved into wood stared down, as if judging her. Emmy had woken up in the same room she woke up in that morning. She felt her head. A bump was forming, most likely caused by her sudden faint earlier.
Emmy stood up and looked around. "Yep. Same room as before." She spoke aloud.
She tried the door again. This time it was locked. "Shoot!" she silently cried out.
'There has to be some way out.' She thought.
She surveyed her current location. 'There isn't much here.' she thought. 'Lets see...no furniture. No windows. Wooden ceiling and floor. Aha!'
Emmy glanced at the floor. She figured she might be able to move a floor panel to make an opening.
She began her attempt to move the panels.
Emmy sighed. "This may take a while."
Layton had driven about ten minutes now, but had no luck finding any trace of Emmy.
"How far did they drive?" Luke asked.
"I can't tell. They had a large head start, I'm afraid." Layton confessed.
"Are we even in the right direction?" Flora asked.
"Of course we are, Flora! The professor knows what he's doing!" Luke proudly answered.
Layton didn't respond. He honestly didn't know if he was in the right direction. He had no idea where exactly Emmy's captors had driven. He just hoped they were on the correct trail.
About two hours later, Luke announced he was hungry. Layton decided to stop at a small restaurant he spotted down the road.
"This is good." Luke decided. He had ordered a hamburger.
"I wish Emmy could enjoy it." Flora added with a sad tone. She had ordered a small chicken sub.
Layton remained silent. He only ordered a tea to drink. He was too worried to eat, at the moment. He couldn't stop thinking about Emmy. He imagined her alone in a cell, trying desperately to free herself, but failing in the process.
'Why didn't I hear you last night, Emmy? You wouldn't have been taken.' Layton thought to himself.
"Professor?" Luke held a concerned look.
"Hm?" was Layton's response.
"Professor, we will find Emmy." Flora reassured.
"There has never been a mystery we haven't solved!" Luke announced.
Layton smiled. At least someone believed in him, even if he didn't believe in himself.
Well, 17 is done. I'll try to update soon!