Elaine considered calling the police. That was something she should have done. It made sense. Her kidnapper had tricked her assistant into not going to work and took his place. But when had taken a few deep breaths to calm her shocked nerves, she decided against doing so. What real evidence was there? It was pretty much just her own words and those letters Joseph had gotten could have been written by anyone. But those were minor reasons compared to her main one. If her family found out, they would probably insist on her leaving work. Something she would not be having. She would just have to make sure Joseph kept quiet about the incident. Maybe a small pay raise might be a good incentive?

Thinking further on, Elaine wanted to hit herself for not realising it was Descole until it was too late and giving him that list. She had tried not being so hard on herself, but it failed. She should have known and she didn't. It was all her own fault. The only positive things she could think of was that nothing else was stolen from her office when she had done a quick examination of it. It was bad enough learning that some government officials or whatnot were currently in control of the Golden Garden and that the notes she had made had to be given to them during her year absence, without her losing any other work.

Two things were clear from the incident though. Since Descole took the list, he clearly had no intention of Elaine finding out anything about Lucy. Secondly since he left her scarf in her office, it seemed like he wanted her to know he was there. It also brought up the question of why he had her scarf for so long and only now giving it back.

But it didn't really matter now. She would just have to try and get through this. Maybe if she kept being as careful as she had been doing (Maybe even a little more), Descole might just forget about her and leave her alone. A naïve belief, but a belief none the less.

Elaine continue going to those blasted therapy sessions. Going along with the questions and maybe telling a lie or two if she felt it necessary. If continuing going to work wasn't a reasonably good incentive for her, Elaine would have stopped going ages ago.

But tonight didn't feel like she should worry. It was a Friday night and she was in her normal Friday night routine. A nice hot, scented bubble bath while music played in the background. A warm fire ready for her to sit in front of on her couch as she read her book and ate some Chinese food once it was delivered.

Currently, Elaine was at the bath stage. Her door open to allow her to listen to Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald's, 'Cheek to Cheek' coming from her study as the scent of vanilla drifted through the room. Elaine hummed along lazily. Eyes closed as her toes played with the chain of the plug. She hadn't done this in ages since she came home. But after the recent incident with Descole, she just felt that she needed to treat herself. She even left an open box of milk chocolate a co-worker gave her within arm's reach to indulge herself before she would have to leave to avoid wrinkles, and of course order her dinner for the night.

Eventually finished with her soaking, Elaine just threw on a nightdress and wrapped a dressing gown around herself before drying her hair off and coming downstairs and going through a few papers by her phone, found the menu of her usual Chinese takeaway.

Sliced beef with mushroom and some spring rolls sounded good tonight.

When the food did arrive, all there was for Elaine to do was to crack open a bottle of red wine, pour herself a glass and eat every two sentences or so of her current book, 'Under the Dome'.

Elaine raised an eyebrow as she heard her phone ring? Who would ring at this hour? She wasn't really expecting any calls. Probably family though. Elaine took a sip of her wine to help wash down some of the food still in her mouth before she got up to answer her phone.

"Bonjour?"

"Elaine, how are you?" Elaine smiled lightly as she heard the light voice of her mother.

"I'm good, mum. How's daddy?"

"He's fine. He's back from visiting your brother in Wales."

"You didn't go?"

"Do you remember Mrs. Doubhire? She got food poisoning and she was supposed to be watching her grandchildren today so I offered to help her look after them."

"Ah." Elaine nodded

"Now I have a question for you, Elaine Marie Hawthorne." Elaine wanted to roll her eyes at the teasing tone. Whatever it was she had to tease Elaine about, it must have been big since the only other time Elaine's full name was used like that was when she did something bad as a child or teen. "Why didn't you tell me you had such a handsome friend?"

"What do you mean?"

"Jack Kennedy." Elaine's mother told her, in a tone that made the answer sound obvious. "A colleague of yours' at work." Elaine began to frown. She didn't recall anyone at work being called Jack, let alone a Kennedy. Well, there was one Kennedy, but that one was a woman and Elaine barely knew her.

"Er, could you describe him?"

"About your father's height. Blonde hair, brown eyes. Has an admitably cute rear."

Elaine would have chuckled a bit at that. She and the rest of her family were pretty sure that her mother was a bit of a closet pervert. But she was growing a bit concerned since she still could not recall any Jack Kennedy's. Not wanting to jump to conclusion, Elaine decided to play along.

"So, er… What is Jack doing there?"

"He wanted to drop off get well cards and some flowers, and I offered him a cup of tea since he came all the way out here to see you. Apparently he was in Egypt for the last two months and didn't see you back at work."

"I see." Elaine felt her heart begin to race. It couldn't be… No, she had to make sure. "So, er… Is he still there?"

"He just left for the bathroom." Elaine probably wouldn't have said anything even if he had just left. No need to cause her parents worry.

"Could you ask him something for me real quick when you can?" Elaine winced as she could have sworn her mother gave a disapproving look.

"I think you can ask him yourself when he gets… Ah, here he is. One moment." Elaine wanted to say so many curse words in so many languages.

"Hello, Elaine. Good to see you well." Elaine narrowed her eyes as the chipper voice. If she didn't know the person behind it, she would have thought it genuine. Instead, she just doubted its sincerity.

"'Ello, Jack." Elaine greeted politely. "'Ow are you?"

"I'm doing fine. Had a bit of an accident a little while ago, but nothing too major." Elaine noticed a subtle emphasis on 'too', and winced a bit.

"I'm sorry to 'ear that."

"Yes, I'm sure you are." He said it in a way to sound joking or playful. But Elaine was sure it was meant to be sarcastic.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask if you got the list I 'ad a few days ago."

"Apologies, but I'm afraid it got destroyed. One of the incompetent assistants fault. But that list is replicable, yes?" Elaine pursed her lips. She doubted she would ever get another copy. From what it sounded like from Darcy, she could have gotten in trouble for sending her the list. Elaine couldn't ask for another copy.

"Not for me, non."

"Shame." Elaine didn't believe it was for him. "By the way, your mother's snacks are delicious!"

"Oui. They are." Elaine agreed dryly.

"Well it's been nice talking to you again, Elaine. But I have to leave now. But one more thing."

"What?"

"… I'll see you again." This part was said a bit more quietly, and he spoke no more. Elaine stood still, her mouth slightly agape as she was unsure what to do.

"Elaine?" Elaine snapped out of her thoughts when her mother spoke, and she cleared her throat.

"Sorry about that, mum. So you're alright?"

"Of course I am."

"Good. Um, I'm sorry but I 'ave to go now."

"I understand. Talk again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that would be perfect." Elaine paused. "… I love you, mum."

"I love you too, sweetie. Goodnight." Elaine dropped back on her couch when she hung up her phone and held her head. He was just messing with her now. She had a fairly good idea of what his plan was exactly. He just wanted her to feel that there was truly no safe place from him. He knew where her parents lived and not too long ago had been disguised as her assistant for a week.

It seemed Descole would never give her peace.

OMAKE THEATRE : Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!

Chapter 3 of Elliella

"Now remember, you twerps." Bronev growled as Descole and Randall looked bored and Hershel looked a little uncomfortable. Bronev was wrapped in bandages after his escape from the Sues. "If you don't find a girl to marry, I'm going to marry you off to the Sues. At least then, with their horny nature, I'll be guaranteed some grandbabies!"

"Yeah, yeah." Descole grumbled as he adjusted his clothes.

"Um, don't you think you're being a tad… unreasonable?" questioned Hershel before Bronev bitched slapped him.

"Shut up, and get hitched!"

"Hey, don't hit him!"

"Yeah!" Both Randall and Descole were quick to defend their youngest brother and help him back up. Bronev however ignored them and plugged his fingers into his ears and walked away.

"LALALALALA, I'M NOT LISTENING OVER THE SOUND OF YOU MORONS MAKING ME A GRANDPARENT!"

Meanwhile, back with our main character, Elliella was sitting on the stairs. Back in her servant clothes as she tried to fix Angela's dress. She grumbled bitterly over how stupid Anton was and how much the pompous idiot needed to suffer. Then there was a faint yellow glow in the room, and before Elliella stood a young brunette woman wearing similar clothes to that of Tomb Raider's, Laura Croft. But in various shades of yellow.

"Hi there, Elaine." The woman chirped. "I'm your Badass Fairy Godmother, Emmy." Elliella stared at her.

"… Badass Fairy Godmother?" Emmy hummed yes.

"Indeed. I'm here to get you to your ball, pronto!"

"… But, I don't…"

"Fear not!" Emmy declared. Striking a dramatic pose. "Badass Fairy Godmother has the solution to your problems!"

Emmy pulled Ellliella up and dragged her outside into the night air.

"Now first, the dress!" Now, Badass Fairy Godmother didn't have a wand. Instead, she had a magical foot. So her right foot glowed before she kicked Elliella right in the chest.

"OW! What the… 'ell?" Elliella saw she was now in a gorgeous, emerald green gown, with her hair in a semi-bun with a tiara on her head. On her feet were a pair of silver shoes.

"… Aren't they meant to be made out of gla-"

"Now for your steed!" Emmy interrupted cheerfully before grabbing a mouse. She threw it up and as it came down, she kicked it to the ground, where it bursted and turned into…

"Inspector Growsky?" Elliella asked in surprise. "I didn't realise you would be 'ere." Said inspector huffed and folded his arms.

"Well, I wasn't given any dam speaking lines in the main story, damn it! So this might be as close as I'll ever get!"

"… Alright. So, 'ow is 'e my steed?" Elliella asked Emmy wearily.

"Because I said so." Badass Fairy Godmother responded before picking Elliella up and dropping her on Growsky's back. "Now this will only last until five minutes to midnight. If you don't leave before then, you may be caught in your normal attire."

"Alright, but I still don't think a piggyback ride is the bes-AGGHHHHHH!" Elliella interrupted herself as she grabbed onto Growsky for dear life as he began running. He could break the laws of nature and run faster than anything that is normally faster than a human. Car, train, ship. He could run across water you know. He broke the laws of physics and at one point had gone back in time far enough to see how the world was created.

He couldn't remember it though.