First feeling herself regain consciousness, Elaine didn't immediately jump up like her body wanted her to. Descole could be nearby and she would have a better advantage if he still thought she was unconscious. So instead, she silently took a deep breath of air through her nose and blinked her eyes. Just to make sure that what she was currently seeing was just her imagination. But it wasn't. Just a dull whiteness.

Starting to notice the texture of fabric from the white, Elaine quickly deduced that Descole likely blindfolded her to keep her from knowing her own location. As much as she despised giving him any amount of praise, she had to give some credit that he wasn't taking a risk with her. Even more so since her hands were cuffed behind her this time.

Then she finally noticed the sounds of turning, creaking wheels along with marching clops. She wondered if that may have caused her to wake up in the first place, but tried to see if she could notice anything else. It was cooler then when she was last conscious, so it couldn't have been too long since then and was likely still night. There wasn't anything she could pick up by smell specifically but from sounds and smell alone she could confirm she was definitely not in a town or city. Probably no people around either now that she thought of it.

Thinking over some of the other details, Elaine guessed she was in some sort of carriage or cart or something drawn by horses. It almost made her want to snort at how pretentious it was of Descole. But no matter what she was in, she was seated so she wanted to try and see what side she was on. The feeling of the air felt a little stronger on the right side of her face, so Elaine shuffled her right foot to the side quietly as possible to try and confirm this. Feeling her foot hit the side softly gave her some relief she was right. Now she had to try and ease the blindfold off at least one eye.

It was a bit risky, but it was the only scenario she thought would work that also seemed believable enough to look like she was still asleep. Relaxing her body, she forced herself to act like a rag doll and slumped to the side, forcing down a wince as the side of her head hit the hard surface.

"Hm?" Elaine's heart nearly stopped as she heard the tone from her other side. Was Descole already on to her?

"Is everything alright Master?" The new voice raised a little curiosity in Elaine. The person was definitely male, and sounded older then Descole. Maybe around her father's age or a little more even. Elaine also noted the strong Scottish accent. If she was indeed in a carriage or cart, he was probably controlling the horses.

"... Everything's fine." was Descole's short response. Elaine felt some relief and waited a few more minutes before the next stage of her plan. Carefully she rubbed her head against the side, her heart racing in fear of being caught as she tried not to bring attention to herself. But her plan seemed to work as soon her right blue eye was able to make some details out.

She was in a cart. It was night time. They were in dark, thin woods. And most obviously she was kidnapped. Well, being kidnapped. Hopefully she would escape. She just had to think of another plan. And she did. Not the best idea she's ever had, but all she could do to try and get away. But if she failed... That thought was something Elaine did not want to ponder. She just wished she had had some of her wine now. Maybe the alcohol would have given her more courage. But she did it anyway.

While she may have been half blind doing it, she took a wild guess and sharply, her foot connected with the side of Descole's face, causing a yell of pain from the man.

"Master?!" Already on a adrenaline rush, and not thinking straight, Elaine forced herself out of the cart, landing on her back which wasn't the most pleasant since it made the cuffs dig into her skin hard. But she ignored the brief stinging sensation and forced herself up to run in the opposite direction of the carriage. She may not know where exactly she was, but she was sure she'd find someplace willing to help her. They would call the proper authorities and Elaine would go back to London, and get on with her life. She only wished she had time to try and get the blind off her other eye.

But feeling the familiar painful tug of her hair instantly had her clenching her teeth in frustration and to bite back the cry desperate to leave her throat.

"You are the one making things difficult for yourself. I do hope you are aware of that." Descole told her. Elaine could almost feel the anger in his voice and was almost questioning her choice of plan. But her spitfire nature chose that moment to shine despite likely making the situation much worse.

"And you made things difficult for yourself with that giant robot! You would 'ave just destroyed the Garden, and all you would 'ave 'ad would be ruins!" This was met with another sharp tug of her hair.

"The only mistake I made was underestimating Layton!" The name was spat out as if Descole had only realised at the lase minute he had put something poisonous in his mouth. "And I will greatly thank you not to mention any of it! Now, you can either act like a woman of your age and come willing, or you can act like a petulant child, still." Descole's voice alone sounded insulting let alone his words. Elaine was silent at first. But she soon turned her head to glance over her shoulder.

"I guess I'm a petulant child, disguised to be older." sneered Elaine in contempt.

She wasn't too surprised as she felt fingers move onto a point between her shoulders and neck dig deeply. She would have struggled had Descole tried dragging her back to the cart.

She hated to admit it, but he was smart enough to learn from experience. Even if he would never admit to mistakes.

OMAKE THEATRE! Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!

NOTE: There may be a SLIGHT, teeny-weeny spoiler here for Azran Legacy if you squint.

"It's either me, the Sexy Duke of Folsense, Anton Herzen! Or that home wrecker French be-otch!" Descole could only stare at the flamboyant crybaby. He was beginning to wonder if his attire was the reason he was practically combing fangirls out of his cloak every week or thought to be gay. But he wasn't going to change. His clothes made him look sophisticated, handsome and drop dead gorgeous.

Not to mention they showed off his fine ass legs.

"I don't care what you think." Descole finally told Anton. "I am in no relationship and never plan to be in one. Again." The last part was whispered under his breath in a sad tone so no one heard him. Elaine however glared up at him.

"What? I'm not good enough for you?"

"What!?" Descole looked at Elaine like she had gone mad.

"Please, honey. With that hair, it's a wonder he decided to kidnap you over me." Anton scoffed, putting one hand on his hip and with his other clicked his fingers.

"At least people actually come to me." Elaine scoffed. "When was the last time you 'ad company?!"

"When was the last time you had a manicure?!" Elaine narrowed her eyes at the smirking blonde.

"... Oh no you didn't, chienne."

"Yes. I did." Anton looked fully confident while Descole was wondering if maybe he should have left Elaine at home. No, he couldn't. She'd just try to escape again and maybe steal his tv and the stacks of cash he left about his house randomly due to his mistrust of banks.

But he forgot about all that the moment he saw Elaine kick the pretentious Duke in the face. He was shocked, but not as much as the beautiful man as he weakly stood up and took out his hand mirror. He shrieked as he saw a bruise developing over his right eye.

"You sassy girl bastard! You wrecked my beautiful face!"

"Deal with it." Elaine shrugged.

"Okay, girlfriend! Now it's on!"

That's when it began! The fight to end all fights! The ultimate...

...?

The... Ultimate... Slap, fight?

That's right. Elaine and Anton were just slapping each other silly. Just, going around the room slapping each other. In order to spare his master some dignity, Nigel played 'Duel of the Fates' from Phantom Menace to try and make it seem more epic then it really was.

Naturally, it didn't work.

The slapping went on for an hour at least, during which Nigel served Descole some tea while the both of them waited patiently for one of the two to drop from exhaustion. But alas, they were too super pissed off to just stop.

"... Alright, this is getting boring." Descole picked the teapot from Nigel's hand and threw it at Anton. The contact broke the fragile teapot and Anton shrieked as hot tea spilled over him.

"AH! MY GODLY LOCKS! MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL EFFEMINATE FACE THAT MAKES ME AN EASY TARGET TO BE WRITTEN AS GAY OR FLAMBOYANT IN STORIES! AHH!" Elaine backed off and stood by Descole. Ready to use the masked man as a human shield. Anton was whimpering and quickly looked to his mirror. But then he saw something that made him pale in horror. On his forehead where the teapot hit him, there was a tiny cut that in reality wasn't noticeable. But Anton was so vain about his looks he could see it as clear as one would their nose or eyes.

That's when he gave out the loudest shriek man has ever heard.

In London...

The Professor was in his office, just showing Luke a new puzzle (Because that's all he ever does in stories. Give puzzles. Teaches. Drinks tea. Solves mysteries. Has sex with older Luke or Clive or Emmy or half the characters.) as Emmy poured put tea for the three of them. The sudden shriek, while faint, was a surprise to all of them though.

"Professor, what was that?"

"I'm not quite sure, my boy." Professor Layton began, adjusting his hat as he looked out the window. "But the person is likely somewhere on campus. Perhaps we should go out and check to make sure no one is hurt." Emmy nodded as she put the tea cups back next to the kettle.

"I'll just put this tea back and make a new batch when we get back."

"Then again we can just wait until after tea. Or bring the teacups with us."

In St. Mystere...

Sweet, innocent Flora was hiding up in her cottage on top of a tower that in reality would not pass Health and Safety Inspections. Sadly, in the world of fantasy endangerment of people in such ways (Especially with teenagers and children; more so if they are the main characters) is pretty much alright with everyone. But Flora was hiding there anyone. Everyone in town had malfunctioned after the last heavy rain shower and were currently stalking the streets in a zombie-like fashion. All of them hissing "puzzles" or "riddles" or in one case "solve this God damn sliding puzzle." Naturally Bruno was overwhelmed and had to solve each puzzle of the robots to get to them but all of these puzzles were worth eighty picarats, and the wifi in the area was terrible so looking up a guide was out of the question.

Flora of course hid in the tower since she didn't do any puzzle solving until Unwound/Lost Future. So naturally she was somewhat bored as she sat in there alone.

But the shrieking sound that suddenly came made her curious. Maybe it was Lady Dahlia? She had been trying her hand at opera lately. Though she wasn't very good at in in the young girl's opinion. She was sure that was one of the reasons Claudia ran away so often.

In whatever the hell Targent HQ is...

Bronev was having his weekly treat. A nice, hot bubble bath with Celine Dion playing in the backround, reading 'Fifty Shades of Grey' and a glass of fine wine nearby next to a box of Belgium chocolate. His pet ferret was in pet bath close by, with a pink shower cap on. The bath was also a bubble bath, but a pet version. Bronev was also idly pushing about a rubber ducky with his toes that he had named Commander Ducky.

"I don't see why this has so much hate, Antonio." Bronev casually commented to the closest thing he had to a friend these days. Obviously, Antonio didn't respond. "It doesn't seem like 'mother porn' to me. Granted it's not the best story but I swear if my wife was still alive I would see if we could-."

But like the other, more liked people before, Bronev was cut off as he heard an incredibly high-pitched wail from nowhere. Bronev looked taken back at first, then seemed to walk down memory lane.

"Ah... I remember when Theodore gave a scream like that after he walked in on me and Rachel. We never did see the whites of his eyes ever again. Or his pupils either now that I think about it."

Back with our heroine and closest-thing-to-a-hero...

Elaine and Descole looked mildly in shock as Anton finished his wail. They had no idea a man could scream so loud and effeminately.

"I think we should go." Elaine whispered to Descole, who scowled in return.

"Really? And here I thought we were going to have an orgy!"

"My face..." Anton whimpered, looking up at Descole with a hurt expression. "My beautiful face... You RUINED it! I thought we had something!"

"I-." But Descole was cut off as he ducked down to avoid a chair Anton threw towards him.

"I HATE you! Get out of my castle!" Anton then turned around to run away, weeping into his hands leaving Elaine, Descole and Nigel alone in the room.

"... You heard him, leave." Nigel spoke with little care as he too soon left the room.

"... Are we going to loot this place, Descole?"

"Grab what you can see on our way out. I don't want to encounter that pansy again."