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                                                  Between Worries and Love...

"What do you mean with: a puzzle?" Claire asked curious.
"Someone has been killed at the prom. I need to get there, bring Luke and Flora back at home and find out who did this terrifying thing." Hershel told her back, while he picked up his soaking coat and the precious Top hat for him. She just stood there, Speechless… not even moving. 'I can't let him go away like this…' She thought and finally spoke:
"Hershel… I'll come with you" Bending down to the river to catch his hat, he bewildered turned around and stared at the distraught women standing in front of him.
"You can't. I have to solve this on my own."
"Why are you so obstinate?" Claire shouted at him, trying to wake him up. Out of his Puzzle world where everything has an Answer, but now a human has been killed, this is way graver.
"Obstinate? Me? No Claire, I'm just accustomed to do things alone, because I always was alone." He lifted up his basket with the plates in it and went straight to his red vehicle. Right after that the rain started to fall down.
"This is a disaster! I'm such a fool, sorry Claire." She ran after him and handed him his coat.
"You're not. I understand you. How could you not be appalled? And you're not going to shake me off, because I'm coming with you. No Matter what, I'll take care of Luke and Flora, while you speak with Chelmey. He's probably there at the moment."
A little smile crept his way into his face, as he looked to the ground. Rain drops dripped down from Hershel's pointed, drenched hair, when he searched her hand. With a giggle she accepted his and whispered to him:
"You're not alone anymore." Claire came closer, while he closed the trunk of the car automatically, with the other, free hand.
"Thank you." Grinning he slightly bowed down to her, till their foreheads where touching. Both of the closed their eyes and just enjoyed the moment, feeling the rain trickling on the skin. But the happiness didn't last long, when he reminded, why he was next to his automobile.
"Let's go, my dear."

Meanwhile:
"Flora! Calm down, please…" Luke was very worried about her. She was lying on the floor, extremely pale and had a sick look in her eyes.
"Why didn't you told me before, that you can't see any blood?" He whispered as he held her in his arms, caring.

Flashback:
"I need to go to the Bathroom. I'm right back" Of course she went right away in a hurry and reached the toilet. But what she saw wasn't destined for her eyes to see.
Their teacher was stabbed on the floor. The red liquid covered everything: the ground, some splashes on the yellow wall. The frightening thing after all was, that the knife, with which he has been murdered, was held by his own hand.
As she saw that she immediately lost consciousness.
-End of the Flash back

Luke was the one, who grabbed and sat down with her. A single tear ran down his cheek and dropped on her nose. Then he found himself in a million of thoughts… the first that came in his mind was: where was Ben? The conjecture that he killed mister Burwell wasn't even possible and if yes? Why? 'He's such a nice guy… why would he have the interest to bring him out of his way?' Luke thought, as suddenly some fingers where on his shoulder, trying to turn him around.
"Luke, my boy. What happened, what's with flora?" Hershel stood right behind him with Claire, awaiting an answer.
"She lost consciousness, Flora can't see any blood and now…"
Looking down at her, he felt the strongest pain in his heart that he ever had. Claire lowered herself down to him and spoke:
"I'll take care of them. I know what she needs to get better, go to Chelmey and talk with him. He's standing next to the door on the left side."
"What would I do without you? Thank you." Hershel went down to her, gave the key to the car and left them.

All Guest from the prom went, when they've heard that someone was death in the restroom. The huge room was empty, just the four of them and some cops where there.
"Chelmey? How far are the investigations?" They didn't gave each other a glance and just stared at the murder scene. The Picture was so brutal, that both of them had to shiver, as they saw the death man.
"Oh Layton again?" He retorted irritated.
"Yes. Could you please give me further details to the case? I knew Mr. Burwell; he was the teacher on the school on which Flora and Luke are going." The Professor asked politely, looking away in avoidance to get ill from the sight.
"When you ask in that way… he was stabbed obviously. It wasn't a suicide, even though it looks like one, I'm sure. The culprit is just trying to distract himself with that. We'll have to examine his wounds and see what we can do to find the perpetrator." Chelmey replied him honestly.
"Is there anything I could do, or help with that?" He asked concerned, looking back to the teens and Claire.
"No, you can't. I'll inform you, if there are any new news. Is that okay?" abruptly the inspector was nice, not stressed out as always.
"Would be glad. Thank you."

A few meters back:

"Why are you all wet?" Luke asked confused. She sat right next to him, covering floras forehead with her cold hand. Claire smiled enamored, thinking back when they've fallen out of the ship.
"That's a long story. We'll tell you it later then, if you want to know it that badly. Now Luke, can you lift her up, or should I help you?" Claire asked, giggling from his reaction as he made a strong smile and answered:
"Of course I can. I'm a man." It really wasn't a problem to do so, with that featherweight of a woman.
'Fortunately she's very light. Why am I thinking about that? She's senseless, quickly in the car with her.'
After five minutes they were on the way home. It was late in the night, and Claire stood shortly before a cold.
"Don't you think that she should wake up now? It has been over an hour since she opened her eyes." Worried he stroke her hair out of her face, wanting that she would react to that… but Flora didn't
"Don't fret too much about it. She'll be fine soon."
Luke's phone was ringing in his trouser pocket.
"I can't pick it up, Flora's on me." Cautious he heaved her head up and extricated it out of the tight pocket.
"Luke? How are you and the ladies?" Hershel asked troubled, as a shaking voice whispered:
"My Head hurts." Sleepy she looked up from his lap to him. Luke ignored the phone, when he touched her cheek and gently said:
"Everything will be fine. We'll bring you home, just sleep on." She forced a smile and closed her eyes again.
'Layton Junior.' Claire thought, smiled joyously and kept her eyes on the street.
"I'm sorry, yeah we're fine. Flora's going to be fine in a few days I guess… but you'll have to take care of somebody else." Luke lowered his voice and continued softly:
"Claire's coughing. She's a strong woman, we both know that but… she gets fever like everyone else."
"I know. Tell her that I'll be at home in 20 minutes. Thanks Luke." With that he hung up and squeezed the rest of the water out of his long coat. He hoped that the money wasn't sloppy, as he finally found it in his basket. After he found it, he bought a ticket for the train back to London.

                                                  "I'll take care of you… Promise"

To be Continued...

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                                                  Between Worries and Love...

"What do you mean with: a puzzle?" Claire asked curious.
"Someone has been killed at the prom. I need to get there, bring Luke and Flora back at home and find out who did this terrifying thing." Hershel told her back, while he picked up his soaking coat and the precious Top hat for him. She just stood there, Speechless… not even moving. 'I can't let him go away like this…' She thought and finally spoke:
"Hershel… I'll come with you" Bending down to the river to catch his hat, he bewildered turned around and stared at the distraught women standing in front of him.
"You can't. I have to solve this on my own."
"Why are you so obstinate?" Claire shouted at him, trying to wake him up. Out of his Puzzle world where everything has an Answer, but now a human has been killed, this is way graver.
"Obstinate? Me? No Claire, I'm just accustomed to do things alone, because I always was alone." He lifted up his basket with the plates in it and went straight to his red vehicle. Right after that the rain started to fall down.
"This is a disaster! I'm such a fool, sorry Claire." She ran after him and handed him his coat.
"You're not. I understand you. How could you not be appalled? And you're not going to shake me off, because I'm coming with you. No Matter what, I'll take care of Luke and Flora, while you speak with Chelmey. He's probably there at the moment."
A little smile crept his way into his face, as he looked to the ground. Rain drops dripped down from Hershel's pointed, drenched hair, when he searched her hand. With a giggle she accepted his and whispered to him:
"You're not alone anymore." Claire came closer, while he closed the trunk of the car automatically, with the other, free hand.
"Thank you." Grinning he slightly bowed down to her, till their foreheads where touching. Both of the closed their eyes and just enjoyed the moment, feeling the rain trickling on the skin. But the happiness didn't last long, when he reminded, why he was next to his automobile.
"Let's go, my dear."

Meanwhile:
"Flora! Calm down, please…" Luke was very worried about her. She was lying on the floor, extremely pale and had a sick look in her eyes.
"Why didn't you told me before, that you can't see any blood?" He whispered as he held her in his arms, caring.

Flashback:
"I need to go to the Bathroom. I'm right back" Of course she went right away in a hurry and reached the toilet. But what she saw wasn't destined for her eyes to see.
Their teacher was stabbed on the floor. The red liquid covered everything: the ground, some splashes on the yellow wall. The frightening thing after all was, that the knife, with which he has been murdered, was held by his own hand.
As she saw that she immediately lost consciousness.
-End of the Flash back

Luke was the one, who grabbed and sat down with her. A single tear ran down his cheek and dropped on her nose. Then he found himself in a million of thoughts… the first that came in his mind was: where was Ben? The conjecture that he killed mister Burwell wasn't even possible and if yes? Why? 'He's such a nice guy… why would he have the interest to bring him out of his way?' Luke thought, as suddenly some fingers where on his shoulder, trying to turn him around.
"Luke, my boy. What happened, what's with flora?" Hershel stood right behind him with Claire, awaiting an answer.
"She lost consciousness, Flora can't see any blood and now…"
Looking down at her, he felt the strongest pain in his heart that he ever had. Claire lowered herself down to him and spoke:
"I'll take care of them. I know what she needs to get better, go to Chelmey and talk with him. He's standing next to the door on the left side."
"What would I do without you? Thank you." Hershel went down to her, gave the key to the car and left them.

All Guest from the prom went, when they've heard that someone was death in the restroom. The huge room was empty, just the four of them and some cops where there.
"Chelmey? How far are the investigations?" They didn't gave each other a glance and just stared at the murder scene. The Picture was so brutal, that both of them had to shiver, as they saw the death man.
"Oh Layton again?" He retorted irritated.
"Yes. Could you please give me further details to the case? I knew Mr. Burwell; he was the teacher on the school on which Flora and Luke are going." The Professor asked politely, looking away in avoidance to get ill from the sight.
"When you ask in that way… he was stabbed obviously. It wasn't a suicide, even though it looks like one, I'm sure. The culprit is just trying to distract himself with that. We'll have to examine his wounds and see what we can do to find the perpetrator." Chelmey replied him honestly.
"Is there anything I could do, or help with that?" He asked concerned, looking back to the teens and Claire.
"No, you can't. I'll inform you, if there are any new news. Is that okay?" abruptly the inspector was nice, not stressed out as always.
"Would be glad. Thank you."

A few meters back:

"Why are you all wet?" Luke asked confused. She sat right next to him, covering floras forehead with her cold hand. Claire smiled enamored, thinking back when they've fallen out of the ship.
"That's a long story. We'll tell you it later then, if you want to know it that badly. Now Luke, can you lift her up, or should I help you?" Claire asked, giggling from his reaction as he made a strong smile and answered:
"Of course I can. I'm a man." It really wasn't a problem to do so, with that featherweight of a woman.
'Fortunately she's very light. Why am I thinking about that? She's senseless, quickly in the car with her.'
After five minutes they were on the way home. It was late in the night, and Claire stood shortly before a cold.
"Don't you think that she should wake up now? It has been over an hour since she opened her eyes." Worried he stroke her hair out of her face, wanting that she would react to that… but Flora didn't
"Don't fret too much about it. She'll be fine soon."
Luke's phone was ringing in his trouser pocket.
"I can't pick it up, Flora's on me." Cautious he heaved her head up and extricated it out of the tight pocket.
"Luke? How are you and the ladies?" Hershel asked troubled, as a shaking voice whispered:
"My Head hurts." Sleepy she looked up from his lap to him. Luke ignored the phone, when he touched her cheek and gently said:
"Everything will be fine. We'll bring you home, just sleep on." She forced a smile and closed her eyes again.
'Layton Junior.' Claire thought, smiled joyously and kept her eyes on the street.
"I'm sorry, yeah we're fine. Flora's going to be fine in a few days I guess… but you'll have to take care of somebody else." Luke lowered his voice and continued softly:
"Claire's coughing. She's a strong woman, we both know that but… she gets fever like everyone else."
"I know. Tell her that I'll be at home in 20 minutes. Thanks Luke." With that he hung up and squeezed the rest of the water out of his long coat. He hoped that the money wasn't sloppy, as he finally found it in his basket. After he found it, he bought a ticket for the train back to London.

                                                  "I'll take care of you… Promise"

To be Continued...