A blazing inferno.

Sweat dripping down his head as he walked closer.

Emmy grabbing him.

"Don't go in- it's too late now,"
He screams.

Emmy hugs him, her tears dripping down onto the top of his blue cap.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Luke sat up with a start. He was drowning in sweat, panting heavily, his chest rising up and down.

He breathed deeply, and looked around his room.

Ever since that night, all he could think about was the fire.

He rolled over, on the verge of tears.

"Why did you have to die?" He whispered to his room.

The sun was shining through the windows, screaming at him to get up. He sighed heavily, not wanting to face another day without the Professor.

He didn't want to face another day with people saying, "I'm so sorry," and, "He was a great man,"
Why were people sorry? It wasn't their fault. And yes, the Professor was a great man. Any other day Luke would have smiled and agreed, adding proudly that he was the great Professor Layton's apprentice, but now, he just didn't want to hear it be said again.

But he had to get up. Face everyone.

Because today was the reading of the Will. Luke would find out who is knew guardian was.

Ever since his parents died, the Professor and Emmy had been all Luke had. Until that tiny family grew, and in came Flora and Clive.

Flora was only two years older than Luke, so she would probably need a knew guardian too. Luke suspected it would be Emmy. One of the Professor's oldest, and most reliable friends.

Luke didn't want a knew guardian. He wanted the Professor.

But he was never coming back.