Just because I got some super awesome reviews, I started having this need to write this story again! If you wanna see who inspired me, well, here they are!

TheGermanGirl chapter 1 . May 27

I shouldn't have red this story, because I had to cry 10 minutes! Best Fic I've ever red! Never stop writing!

CliveDove chapter 3 . May 26

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I feel so bad, I wanna crie (AND I DOHOHOHOOHOHOOOHOHOOHOH)
*snif* that is the BEST Fanfic I've ever red! never read any so good again!

HEISDEADJIM chapter 1 . June 02
Hello :) You make me cry :'(
But that's so good...CAN'T STOP RED IT 3TH TIME!
Please don't invent an OC, it won't end well in this story...If your name is not Tolkien or Rowling ;)
I've got an idea, what if Bill Hawks tries to kill him and then the police takes him (Hawks) to jail?
This was just me,
HE/IS/DEAD/JIM

Inspire me again people! This was great! Btw, HEISDEADJIM, you need to know something; YOU ARE BRILLIANT! Don't forget it! I now have a really, really, really good idea!

So, I think I won't add a girl, because, according to quite a few people, OC often aren't great. I honestly think I'm good at them! But, I will not add a girl if the the majority of the readers don't want one. And I will NOT write FloraxClive because that's just weird! Think about it! How old is Flora? How old is Clive? Think of the age difference if not the maturity difference!

*Ahem* Now that I got that out of my system, how about a puzzle! XD Put the answer in your review! Name four days of the week that start with the letter "t".

Breakfast was uncomfortably quiet. Everyone stared at their meals. Well, all but Layton, who watched the three children in his care with interest.

"Things seem a bit too quiet for my taste, how about a puzzle?" The professor suggested.

"Oh, yes, please!" Flora wiggled excitedly in her chair. Not for the puzzle, mind you, but for the distraction from the silence.

"Alright then," The professor thought carefully for a puzzle that his charges had yet to solve, but wasn't too incredibly simple. "A traveler comes to a fork in the road which leads to two villages. In one village the people always tell lies, and in the other village the people always tell the truth. The traveler needs to conduct business in the village where everyone tells the truth. A man from one of the villages is standing in the middle of the fork, but there is no indication of which village he is from. The traveler approaches the man and asks him one question. From the villager's answer, he knows which road to follow. What did the traveler ask?"

All residents in the home froze. Not a sound was made as they each thought it through. It was as if he could SEE the gears working in their heads.

The Professor smiled at seeing Clive's face light up with excitement. A smile even came to the boys' lips as he figured out the answer, but it soon fell when he realized he couldn't tell them what it was.

Almost a week had passed, and very little to no progress had been made on Clive's situation. Yes, he was kept away from the outside most the time, but that was his choice. And yes, he still had nightmares more often than not, but there was very little anyone could do about the fear attacking his mind in the darkness of the night except for be there for him when he woke.

Also during the week, there had been nothing to keep the Professor busy, so he and Luke traded back and forth with puzzles to keep their minds sharp. They always invited Clive, and he would sit with them, but he would never answer the puzzles or riddles, even though he knew the answers.

On one such occasion, the Professor asked Luke, "What force and strength can not get through, I with a gentle touch can do, and many in the streets would stand, were I not as a friend in hand."

Luke pondered the riddle, scratching his head, and shifting in his seat as though the more he moved, the more he could think.

After five minutes of Luke's shuffling, Clive rolled his eyes, 'Come on, Luke, it's a key!' It only took a second, but when Clive noticed Luke's wide-eyed stare cast at him, and the Professor's encouraging smile, he realized he had said the words aloud. Two very different emotions stormed inside of Clive. One was terror and fear of the purest form, and the other was excitement at accomplishment.

A huge smile grew on Luke's face, and he started bouncing like his little body couldn't hold all the delight he felt. "Do it again! Do it again!" He encouraged.

Clive shivered, whether out of fear or anticipation, even he didn't know for sure. He shifted his gave over to the window and the door, before saying in a very, very quiet voice, "A key. The answer to the riddle… is a key." His gaze shifted between the floor and the other two people in the room.

"Well done, Clive! I knew you could do it!" The Professor congratulated.

Clive's voice was hardly above a whisper, "Can… can we not tell anybody… keep it a secret?"

"If you want it that way, then yes." Layton nodded, the smile still there.

"It'll be our secret! It'll be fun!" Luke cheered enthusiastically.

And for the first time in years, Clive smiled.

"Oh, come on, Clive! It'll be fun!" Luke pleaded as the young boy threw on his jacket. "Besides, we can get you something else to wear while we're strolling!"

For the third time, Clive shook his head vigorously.

"Luke, a Gentleman never forces someone to do something they are uncomfortable doing." The professor chided, shrugging on his own coat. "But he does make a good point, Clive. We would gladly get you something else to wear."

'It would be nice to wear something other than these cloths…' Clive thought to himself, looking at his had-been-nice suit. But he shook his head again anyway.

"Please Clive?" Clive looked to the source of the soft voice. Flora stood by his side, looking up at his with silently pleading eyes. She didn't know she had them; else she would use them to get everything she wanted, and would win. Clive couldn't look away from the big brown eyes, like that of a deer.

Sighing, Clive finally looked away from the little girl and nodded submissively. Flora began to jump and clap her hand, cheering as she did so. Layton gestured to the door, and Luke, like the little gentleman he was, held it open for everyone.

Clive couldn't help but let a small smile tug at his lips as he listened to her chatter on as the traveled down the hall to the elevator. She talked about all the different shops in town and which ones would have men's cloths, and, "…We could get you a hat! Like the Professors! You could look like the professor!" Flora squealed.

Clive watched the elevator doors slid closed with anticipation, and once they were fully closed, he looked to Flora and said, "I rather like my own look. Well, not really MY look, but an older version of Luke I suppose." Clive's voice still was extremely quiet, and the group had to strain their ears to catch everything he said, but at least he spoke, for the time being.