Elaine just wanted to go home. Go home. Have a bath. Maybe eat something if she was hungry. Go to bed and try to find out when she could return to work as soon as possible. They would possibly insist on her taking time off but seeing how she wasn't in work for the last year, Elaine wanted to snort since she was away from her job long enough.

But of course returning to mainland with the people on the island, some of whom were the henchmen who had not managed to flee on time, Elaine was subjected to questioning as was everyone else at Scotland Yard. Her more so seeing how she had actually lived with Descole for the past year and thereby the closest thing to a clue as to where his hideaway was.

"For the last time, I don't know where I was for the past year." Elaine exasperated as she sat in what she thought might have been the interrogation room. The member of police in front of her, a tan and dark eyed young man with platinum blonde hair and a body structure similar to her older brother, had been the one to question her since police were busy with the other people and duties and such. "'E never said where we were and I 'ad to wear a blindfold whenever I was brought out."

"I understand your frustration, Ms. Hawthorne." He said back. "But if there was anything hidden in his house, it would be best to find it on the off chance it ends up in the wrong hands. Or worser, depending how you looked at it."

"Well I'm sorry, but I can't say where the place was other than it being near some woods Monsieur…" Elaine paused. A little annoyed with herself, she rubbed some tiredness from her eyes. It wasn't even late. Only a little before midday and she was tired. "I'm sorry monsieur, but I forgot your name."

"Detective Inspector Bloom." He answered shortly.

"Well Detective Inspector, as I said I don't know where I was for the last year other than with a mad man." Elaine said.

"If you're certain." He was trying to keep the annoyance hidden from his voice, though Elaine could just about sense it. "Well, was there anything you spotted that might give a clue towards the identity of Jean Descole?" Elaine frowned as she thought back to the office incident. The picture of that woman, Lucy. Lucy. S. Elaine considered mentioning it. Bringing it up could lead to some sort of breakthrough. 'Yes' had been on the tip of her tongue.

"No." Elaine shuck her head. "There was nothing of the sort."

"Such a shame." Bloom said dryly. "Did he ever mention any plans for after Ambrosia?"

"No." Elaine said again. "I didn't even know what would 'appen when 'e did find Ambrosia." Detective Inspector Bloom gave a small nod before he made a note in the notebook he brought with him. The final note down, he stood up.

"We'll be contacting your family now, Ms. Hawthorne. Is there anyone specific you want us to contact first?" Elaine thought it over briefly before answering,

"My parents. They're closer to London."

"We'll contact them then. Please wait here." Elaine probably would have made a snide remark along the lines of, 'what else am I to do?' had she been in a better mood. She just nodded as the Inspector left the room, leaving the Frenchwoman to her thoughts.

Why didn't she mention the picture? It would have been the right thing to do, wouldn't it? Elaine softly drummed her fingers on the table. Then again, what was the right thing to do? She rested her chin on her hand as her elbow leaned on the table. She hated being in this position. Of all the people why her? Still. She was free now. Able to return to her life. However…

Elaine folded her arms on the table and rested her forehead on them. Why did Descole have to die? She never wanted him dead. Maybe suffer to a certain degree, but anything beyond that was unfathomable in her mind. It just wasn't in her. But yet, her choice to not mention Song of the Sun led to his death. He wouldn't have gotten frustrated and attempt to force Ambrosia up. He wouldn't have attempted to kill Professor Layton and damaged his own creation. He wouldn't have fallen off the side to what was a certain death for him.

While it wasn't intentional, Elaine had actually killed Descole in a way. Sure, Professor Layton had discovered Song of the Sun and unintentionally made Descole loose reason, but Elaine had been the one who withheld information. Descole's death was he fault and the fact that she couldn't even save him as he fell was going to haunt her. Possibly forever.

"Ms. Hawthorne?" Elaine looked up to see Inspector Detective Bloom come back in. "We've called your parents. They said your brother would come to pick you up. Apparently the moment they told him you were here, he had already prepared to leave."

"I see." Elaine mused. A smile coming to her face in what felt like forever.

"If you'll wait outside…"

The chair weren't too comfortable, but Elaine hardly noticed as she glanced to the doors ever few minutes. Waiting for her brother to come. She wasn't too surprised that Philippe left the moment he knew she was here. He had always been a protective kind of brother. Not too over the top, but his care for Elaine was clear.

"It's good to see you're alright, Elaine." Elaine looked up to see Professor Layton, Emmy and Luke. Elaine gave a small smile.

"Merci. So 'ow is Mr. Whistler?"

"I think he'll eventually come to fully accept Melina's death." Professor Layton answered. "The police are going to charge him, but I think they might be a little lenient towards him given his reasons and how he was manipulated. Not too much, but some."

"I see."

"Are you waiting for someone?" inquired Emmy.

"My brother. After that, we'll probably go back to mère et père. They might call my Madeline to join us as soon as she can."

"Do you want us to wait with you? Until he arrives?"

"Merci, but I don't want to take up your time."

"Nonsense. We'll be more than happy too."

"Yeah, we don't mind." Luke chirped, agreeing with his mentor. Elaine smiled in appreciation.

"So where's Janice?" Elaine asked when they sat down by her.

"She wanted to stay with Mr. Whistler as a support until they question him. She said she would be going home afterwards but would try to visit Melina's grave." Elaine nodded. The wait was mostly silent. A little talk here and there. Elaine was feeling mildly better now than earlier, and for a moment began to giggle.

"I just realised something."

"Oh?"

"I'm going 'ome!" Elaine said with a tiny grin. Before another word could be said, she heard a familiar voice she could never forget.

"Ellie!" Elaine looked towards the direction of the voice just in time as she was pulled into a tight bear hug. Her brother Philippe, a man just a few years older than herself who had a dark, stubbly beard and a mop of dark hair on his head tied back into a stubby ponytail, was mumbling in rapid French how much she was missed as well as a promise to kill the man who stole her.

Elaine instantly hugged back. Feeling safer then she had been all year.