Third Journal Entry
Luke, Flora, are you both alright? I'm sorry, I should have done more when... well. If there's anything I can do for you now, please tell me.
[Pause.] The little drone girl is begging me to let her stay up until midnight... it must be New Year's Eve. I'm afraid I've lost track of time.
Happy New Year, then. May it be better than the last.
[Layton is sitting on the bed on the master bedroom, holding his tophat by the brim, unconsciously turning it in slow circles as he thinks, appearing to be staring at the wall. The door's a little bit open if you want to bother him.]
[Pause.] The little drone girl is begging me to let her stay up until midnight... it must be New Year's Eve. I'm afraid I've lost track of time.
Happy New Year, then. May it be better than the last.
[Layton is sitting on the bed on the master bedroom, holding his tophat by the brim, unconsciously turning it in slow circles as he thinks, appearing to be staring at the wall. The door's a little bit open if you want to bother him.]