The first ploy
((Luke moved coldly from the bed, looking around. It didn't take much to figure out something was wrong. Taking into consideration the pictures on the wall, he saw a woman she knew, and two children he did not. Smiling--that was something even he knew he didn't do.))
Heh... what is this, some sort of sick joke? hmh....Why is Flora in here though? Foolish woman. ((He sets it down.)) I can't dismiss this as kidnapping... nor could I figure this a case of amnesia--it wouldn't make physical sense seeing as these children look nothing like me...nor have I aged.
That does limit my options, though... ((he spies a phone, and fussing with it he knocks it off the hook:))
((Network))
A-ha-ha, what a nasty trick you're playing, professor. ((Only the sharpest ear would have caught that, the following is more audible.))
Excuse me! Operator? Can you give me the number of a Mr. Hershel Layton perhaps? I need to speak with him promptly.
Heh... what is this, some sort of sick joke? hmh....Why is Flora in here though? Foolish woman. ((He sets it down.)) I can't dismiss this as kidnapping... nor could I figure this a case of amnesia--it wouldn't make physical sense seeing as these children look nothing like me...nor have I aged.
That does limit my options, though... ((he spies a phone, and fussing with it he knocks it off the hook:))
((Network))
A-ha-ha, what a nasty trick you're playing, professor. ((Only the sharpest ear would have caught that, the following is more audible.))
Excuse me! Operator? Can you give me the number of a Mr. Hershel Layton perhaps? I need to speak with him promptly.