Chapter 25-01

It was really dark outside when I woke up, groggy from my sleep. A light thud woke me up, and I could hear movement in my room. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a figure standing near the window. I abruptly sat up from my bed and was about to cry bloody murder when he spoke up. "Don't yell, it's me," he said in a quiet smooth voice. "Layton?" I whispered. "Yeah," he replied, closing the window. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly. I couldn't explain why his presence in the middle of the night didn't scare me. It was one of those things about Layton that I couldn't explain to myself. "I tried calling you and you didn't pick up. I wanted to make sure you were okay." He was now standing next to my bed. It was dark in my room, the only light coming from the moon outside my window. "Oh," I mumbled. "Are you? Okay, I mean?" he asked, taking a seat on my bed.