Only making some light conversation with Mr. Whistler as they waited for Descole, Elaine couldn't exactly say what she thought of the composer. The fact that his actions were done out of love for his deceased daughter made it a bit difficult to say whether he should be liked or disliked completely.

His actions and willingness to go along with Descole's plans made Elaine cringe, able to sympathise with him in a way. Their situations were different, true, but that didn't make too much of a difference. He hardly seemed like he would have harmed even a worm had he not become desperate after the death of his daughter or agreed to Descole's offer. He was just a poor man who was still grieving and wanted to hold his only child. He was pitiful in a way. She felt sorry for him and would have liked to have told him the truth.

But what then? What good would that do? As long as he had his daughter, he would probably go ahead with everything no matter what. At least that's how Elaine saw it. Plus, how likely was Mr. Whistler going to believe her? It would be her word against Descole's and given whom Whistler has been communicating with the most for the past year, it was pretty obvious whose side he would take.

"So… 'Ow exactly did Monsieur Descole meet you?" Elaine asked, looking at the Detragon. It was strange seeing it up so close. Back on the Crown Petone, something about it just reminded Elaine of Christmas. More specifically, of the idea of Santa's workshop. A bit childish on her part perhaps, but that was what entered her mind. But now, knowing that an unfortunate person would be forced to have memories transplanted into their mind, it just seemed intimidating almost.

"He came up to me a day or two before Melina's funeral." Mr. Whistler replied, though his focus was mainly on the Detragon. He was checking some dials and details and such. "He gave condolences, but gave his offer. I could hardly refuse. Not when I had a chance to have my daughter back."

"And what do you think she would say about this?" Elaine asked, though slightly hesitant. Mr. Whistler stopped what he was doing briefly, before returning to his work.

"I can't say I would know exactly. But I'm sure she would understand." He sounded so sure of himself. Like he genuinely believed his words. Elaine didn't respond to that. She felt that to try and contradict this would make a hypocrite considering the recent doubt that has been crawling in her mind.

"What was Melina like?" The question just popped out of Elaine's mouth. But Elaine was curious. Melina played a big role in all this and Elaine couldn't stop herself from wondering what this girl had been like before her untimely death. Mr. Whistler paused briefly. Elaine, afraid she might have caused some sort of offense, was about to apologise before he spoke.

"She… Melina was a good girl. Very giving and musically talented." He gave a short sigh as he looked to a photo of Melina (who, when alive, had light blonde hair tied in loose ponytails and a gentle smile and friendly look in her brown eyes) that was near glass vials in the Detragon. They showed how much of Melina's memories were still available and out of the six, only two had a golden glow.

"I was proud of her. She was all I had left after my wife died when Melina was a baby. I wasn't there for her as often as I would have liked because of work, but I never intentionally put her last. I always wanted her to come first."

"… Maybe she would understand your actions." Elaine said softly. It felt like the right thing to say. To try and ease his mind to some level. He stared at Melina's picture, stroking the frame of it with one finger.

"Perhaps she would." He agreed, nodding his head lightly. "We would have more time together at least. When I started this, I went through so many girls Descole kidnapped for this. I even used Melina's close friend, Janice."

"Janice?"

"She was the star of the opera." Mr. Whistler paused a moment. "If I get Melina back, I would like to play music with her again. She was a wonderful singer."

"And you will." Elaine looked back to see Descole move towards them at a brisk speed, two wolves at his side. A little distance behind him were some of the masked henchmen, surrounding a young blonde girl who looked to either be approaching the end of secondary school, or close to beginning college. Looking at her carefully, Elaine slowly recognised the girl. She saw an article in the paper about her. Her name was Amelia Ruth if Elaine remembered correctly and if not mistaken, a chess champion.

"Have we, come to the end?" Mr. Whistler had yet to look away from his daughter's photo. Descole seemed a bit annoyed as he stood close by to Elaine, wolves resting by his side. Perhaps Descole thought she might interfere and as such, brought the wolves.

"Everything is going according to plan, as I told you it would do."

"You kidnapped people!" Mr. Whistler turned around, sounding anxious and agitated. "You sold all those tickets! That's no plan!" Descole gave a small chuckle though as he looked back to the approaching girl.

"Well that was my plan." Elaine felt him give her a quick glance. After being forced to live with him for a year, she sort of gained a sense of when he was looking at her. OR maybe that could be felt by anyone. Either way, she had a good idea what that glance was meant to say.

'Don't say a word.'

Amelia seemed a bit unsure as she moved forward, an inquisitive look in her eyes.

"Where are the others? Why am I here alone?" Amelia questioned. Looking at the young girl, Elaine felt that Amelia was slowly becoming disillusioned with the competition. The words of Descole and Whistler not likely giving any more comfort although Whistler at least sounded kinder about it all then Descole ever could.

With another vile of light going out, Amelia was rushed into the seat by Mr. Whistler where soon memories would be forced into her head. Elaine frowned when she heard Amelia's reason for looking for the Elixer. It was for a sickly grandfather with only a month left on this earth. She had to admire her, for not many people would genuinely seek such a thing for another person. In a way, the false hope of immortality being offered almost made the game even sicker than it already was.

When Amelia was grabbed by henchmen after attempting to move away from Mr. Whistler as he held the helmet, and cried out for them to let her go, Elaine had moved before she could think clearly. Well, she tried. Descole had gripped her shoulder tightly and pulled her back as one of the wolves stood up and snarled up at her. All she could do was grit her teeth, hope for Amelia's sake that the entire thing wasn't permanent and that it wouldn't hurt the poor girl.

Elaine was no writing expert. At least not when it came to stories and such. But she could recall one of her friends from her college years who had been an English major had told her of a phrase called, deus ex machina. Where in a seemingly hopeless situation, something happens at the last minute that changes everything. A sort of intervention by fate or a divine force of some kind.

"Enough!"

Elaine wasn't sure who could have been considered the deus ex machina at that moment. The moment Professor Layton could was heard calling for everything to cease. Or when Emmy appeared and kicked away those henchmen.

OMAKE THEATRE: Where Layton Characters are chibi-fied!

WARNING! Following may have a small spoiler in regards to Azran Legacy. Read at your own caution.

Descole and the Masked Gentleman (With Reluctant Elaine),

With their version of the Team Rocket Theme from the Pokémon anime.

Descole:
Prepare for trouble!

Masked Gentleman:
Make it double!

Descole:
To do bad deeds of villainous intent!

Masked Gentleman:
To be a God damn, sexy gent!

Descole:
To get all fangirls, horny and wet!

Masked Gentleman:
To make that bastard Henry Ledore sweat!

Descole:
Descole!

Masked Gentleman:
The Masked G, yo!

Descole:
The most brillient man alive along with this fool are here!

Masked Gentleman:
To take everything that you hold dear-HEY!

Elaine:
I'm Elaine and...
Fuck this, I'm going.

"Elaine! Get back here!" Descole ordered but Elaine just scoffed and folded her arms.

"Nope! You suck. This cover sucks. This Omake Theatre edition sucks. I'm going 'ome!"

"STOP BREAKING THE FORTH WALL!"

"Can I take this mask off yet? It's hard to break and I can't eat with it on."

"Shut it, Randall!" Descole snapped, making Elaine and Randall gasp. Randall took off his mask quickly, regardless of what Descole might think.

"Dude! You do not just spoil like that!"

"Well, 'dude'," Descole mocked. " Miracle Mask has been out for at least a year now! I think it's safe to say that we all know you're alive and are likely shagging Angela."

"That may be true!"

Somewhere back in Monte d'Or, Angela was having a feeling that Randall would have to sleep on the couch tonight.

"But you can't just do that to me, bitch!" Randall was glaring at the smug V for Vendetta wannabe. Why did your beloved author compare Descole to V from V for Vendetta? Because Phantom of the Opera seems a bit overdone in her opinion or a bit too obvious. That is not to say it can't be done well, just that while some people can make the joke funny still, there are times where it's just randomly thrown in and just 'meh'. Besides, V and Descole are both intelligent and can fight with swords. Bonuses would be that they both wear hats and that they are both English. How people considered Descole to be French to begin with still puzzles the author because at no point has she ever thought him to sound French, but she can only guess it may have something to do with his name or his sense of style. Because stereotypically speaking, the French are leaders in fashion, followed by Italians.

... Where were we again?

...

AH! Right! Sorry!

"How about I reveal who you are, Des-?"

Descole proceeded to jump kick poor Randall in the stomach.

"It doesn't matter! People will still buy the last game! I'm too fabulous for them not too! I'm too adorable and cute as a child not to! My love for my little brother is too heartbreaking!

"Fan girls will come to me! Begging to be part of my army/soon-to-be harem! We will take down Targent and...!"

While Descole went on with his rant, Elaine appeared, and looked the camera.

"... Stay away from my man." Elaine take out a toothbrush with a sharpened end. You know. For shanking. Like in some prisons.

"I'm serious."