Elaine didn't bother looking at the monitor screen when the time came for the 'competition' to resume. Even if the wolves weren't going to actually kill anyone, that didn't make it any more pleasant to watch. She was just thankful she couldn't actually hear what could have been possible yells or screams of terror. Instead, she sat against the wall with her knees up and her arms around herself. She was mopping or feeling self-pity… Well, maybe a tiny bit of self-pity. But mainly she was trying to think of how this could end.

Going past the scenarios she had already imagined for when Ambrosia failed to rise or when Descole found out what she did, she came up with a few conclusions. Not many of them were pleasant though and resulted in at least one death. A bit drastic, but considering thinking of different outcomes and scenarios was all she could do now, coming up with said possibilities was not too surprising.

Elaine glanced up to Descole as another idea came to mind. He wasn't looking at her right now. She could try and leave now to find the Professor. Since he and Luke were the only competitors she was familiar with personally, they seemed like the best option to go to in seeking help. Or perhaps she should lift the skirt of the dress she was wearing and kick Descole while his guard was down. Even if she got caught shortly after, it felt like it could have been worth it afterwards.

She licked her dry lips and stood up with as little noise as possible. She would move slowly and once close she just had to lift the skirt up just enough for her to swing her leg with ease and no restrictions. After that, she would just have to run quickly and-.

"Up to something, Ms. Hawthorne?" Elaine cringed as soon as he spoke. She was so sure she had been quiet.

"So what if I was?" Elaine scoffed.

"I would say you were doing a terrible job at it." Descole responded bluntly. Elaine narrowed her eyes and looked up to the monitor. Just to see how things were going. So far, no one seemed to have been caught by the wolves thank goodness. But they were by a river not too far away from the castle, with cages hanging up by rope attached to trees.

"Do you think you would have been able to solve the problem here, Ms. Hawthorne?" With three cages and a pack of at least nine wolves, maybe more, Elaine doubted the cages would have been of much use.

"Well I doubt the cages would be enough to catch moving wolves unless they 'ave incredible timing." said Elaine. "So, would the cages actually be a distraction for them to keep them from the real solution?" She frowned when Descole tutted mockingly.

"Ms. Hawthorne, please don't disappoint me. You were doing well up to now." Elaine looked back at the cages just as Professor Layton ran to one of the trees to begin untying the rope.

"… Use the cage to trap themselves?"

"Ah, good. For a moment, I was worried you lost your intelligence."

"If it meant never being 'ere in the first place, I would possibly seriously consider it." Elaine retorted.

Looking back at the screen, she was happy to see that at least two of the cages were moving with small groups of people inside moving away from the wolves. The third one just had people getting on top of it, trying to keep a degree of distance from the wolves. It didn't seem to get any better when one group tripped and their cage toppled, showing the misfortunate group to be Professor Layton and Luke along with the opera singer. Elaine shut her eyes as they began to run. For their sake, she hoped there might have been something else on the island that could have been of some use to them.

"Tsk, tsk, Layton. Whatever will you do now?" Descole asked, a smug look on his lips.

"Something impressive? Ingenious?" Elaine guessed with an innocent tone, trying not to smirk as Descole mouth turned into a small scowl.

"I wouldn't put it past him to do so but I promise that no matter what he does, it will matter not in the end."

"Such promises are made by arrogant men." Elaine noted dryly.

"I am NOT, arrogant." Descole said, with some coldness in his voice. "I am merely stating fact."

"There's no evidence to back it up though, is there?"

The other group that did not trip were making it across the river safely enough, though henchmen were already taking away those who were not in their cage. Strange though that Mr. Whistler was among them. But perhaps he did it on purpose? It wouldn't be too unbelievable, not to mention it would give him a good excuse to leave the others depending where exactly they were going.

It was only a short time later, around when the remaining group in a cage were at the castle and making their way to the courtyard for the next puzzle, that Elaine was proven right about what Professor Layton would do to get to the castle as he somehow constructed a type of helicopter from a barrel and items normally found in some kind of garden shed. She felt a little smug towards Descole, and was sure he was annoyed with this.

But he just seemed amused. He sat in his chair with an entertained smirk, though one fist was lightly clenching in frustration.

"Welcome to my castle, professor." he said, his focus on the screen. A knock was then heard, and the behind Elaine and Descole opened before Raymond entered.

"Mr. Whistler is waiting at the Detragon for you, Master."

"I'll be there shortly." After Raymond left, Descole announced the last puzzle before he stood up from his chair to leave.

"Come along, Ms. Hawthorne." Elaine grumbled under her breath as she followed after Descole. She didn't want to, but with little to no choice, what could she do? Unless he had his guard lowered, she couldn't do any sort of surprise attack and he had fairly quick reflexes. Or at least, quick enough to hardly be touched by the disgruntled archaeologist.

"So, we're going to the Detragon now?"

"You are half right. You, are going ahead to the Detragon to wait with Mr. Whistler, while I go greet our winner. Just go up this corridor and take the first left and second right. After that you should find the chamber. Please don't even entertain the idea of escaping. My men are still about you know." Elaine frowned a little.

"And, assuming this winner does accept the memories of Melina, what will happen to that person afterwards? After Ambrosia?"

"If the girl's memories are still in them, then Oswald will still have his daughter back. So it will be a victory for both sides really."

"And what makes you so sure of this?" Descole didn't say a word. He just turned around and began to leave. Believing she would get no answer, she turned to follow the directions given before she could forget them.

"A father would do anything for his only daughter." The words almost missed Elaine's ears and she turned around sharply.

"Pardon?" Descole however was already a distance away and likely wouldn't look back or respond. Elaine couldn't help but gain a feeling of unease from hearing those words. They seemed so… Personal, maybe? She thought back to that picture she found. The one of the woman named Lucy. Thinking on about her, she did look pregnant, even if not too far along. Could Descole…?

But this was just speculation. There was no evidence other than that picture. She would have to have more evidence or for Descole to confirm her thoughts himself. But the former would be difficult, and the later next to impossible.

With no alternative, the Frenchwoman turned to go to her destination. During which, much to her chagrin, that sickly guilt feeling came to her again. Stronger than. She could have even sworn she heard her conscience actually speak and tell her it wasn't too late to tell Descole about Song of the Sun. If he could have found the other two songs, surely Song of the Sun couldn't be that hard to find?

But she shuck her head to herself. She was doing the right thing being quiet.

Wasn't she?