The letter arrived at the door just like dozens of others did daily. Luke took a moment to examine it before handing it to the Professor with the rest of the bundle. The envelope itself was ordinary, plain white with no unusual thickness or printed markings. What covered the envelope was quite peculiar however. Multiple stamps adorned the upper right corner, each one a different little picture: a kiwi fruit, a gingerbread house, a bell, a clover, a snowflake. The name was unknown to Luke, but the address was in America.

"What have you got there, Luke?" Professor Layton asked, watching as Luke turned the envelope over in his small hands.

"A letter, Professor, from the states!"

The Professor furrowed his brow as he took the letter into his hands. "The states? I haven't been there in years." He took a letter opener from his desk and sliced through the top of the paper.

The letter wasn't very long and was covered in looping handwriting, some bits left nearly illegible beneath the loops and scrawls.

'Dear Professor Layton,

I do hope this letter has found you well. You worked with my father many years ago, Richard Rider. You helped him in researching ancient artifacts for his novel as well as clearing up the case involving him and the missing museum artifacts.

Although he died five years ago, a box of his belongings only found it's way to my door today. It is filled with things I think you'd find interesting. All sorts of artifacts that seem down right cult like. There's bottles filled with dark liquid and all sorts of amulets. There's even a journal. At least, it looks like one. I haven't opened it yet, honestly I'm a bit scared to.

If it turns out to be nothing at all, I'll gladly compensate your expenses.

Sincerely,

Cynthia Rider'

"Rider…Rider…Rider!" Professor Layton smiled as he remembered Richard Rider. A short bearded man with a zeal for knowledge. He always offered to run and get any book or piece of information that may unlock the secrets of history. Only if the Professor was willing to time him of course. If his run was quick enough, he'd be happy for the rest of the day. If not, he was dour for the rest of the week.

Professor Layton glanced at the address on the envelope and gave a slight nod. "How would you like to go to New York, Luke?" He handed the sheet of paper to his apprentice number one and watched as his eyes moved back and forth.

"You're really gonna take it Professor?"

"Of course, it sounds quite interesting." He sat back on his cushion on the couch and took a sip of tea. "Quite interesting indeed."