Episode One: Turnabout Weekend - Part One: Not a Sunday to Forget
There is an alleyway, abandoned and forgotten, heavily littered and never ventured down. The only life found down there is the occasional raccoon or homeless man with nowhere else to go. But on the night of November the 20th if you were passing at around 11:30 pm you'd set your eyes on a sorry sight; a man, cut and bruised sitting atop of an old rubbish bin muttering, face in hands. If you dared to approach the man you'd hear the repeated line "It's not my fault. It's not my fault.", as he cried into his blood soaked hands.
Phoenix Wright's Apartment
November 21st, 08:27 am
Phoenix Wright lay in bed with the sun streaming in from his apartment window. These were the moments he enjoyed the most, the moments away from the crime, murder, the mystery and the many, many Objections shouted across the courtroom, just at home, relaxing. He lay there for a few minutes as he basked in the warmth of the sun until he decided it was time for breakfast. Phoenix stumbled out of his bedroom into his living room as he made his way towards his small kitchen which hardly lived up to the name. It was more of a corner of the living room with a couple of counters, a sink, an oven, a fridge and half a dozen pots and pans. His apartment was small but with the help of Maya's interior design skill and her slight O.C.D it was presentable. (And thank god for that; Phoenix spent many late nights working on cases he didn't have time to clean his apartment)
He pulled a frying pan out of the cabinet perched above the counter, cracked a few eggs and began making himself a Sunday morning omelet – at least he planned to, but they never turned out right and would end up being dubbed a scrambled egg instead. While waiting for the egg to cook he brewed himself a nice cup of coffee. Just as he was scooting the egg onto a plate his mobile phone began to ring.
The jingle otherwise known as the Steel Samurai theme song echoed through Phoenix's apartment. He turned the gas on the oven off, with his coffee in hand and hurried to the coffee table placed between his small yet comfy sofa and his rather expensive TV which he managed to pay for with the money from some recent cases. Phoenix sighed. If it was his way he wouldn't have the theme tune from a kids show as his ringtone but Maya changed it for him and he just never got around to changing it.
He picked up his mobile, flipped it open and put it to his ear.
"Hello? Phoenix Wright of, uhh" he stumbled on his words, "uh, Wright and Co. Law Agency. How may I help you?" he rubbed sleep out of his eyes.
"Mr. Phoenix Wright?" a deep voice grumbled,
"Yep that's me." Phoenix took a sip from his coffee,
"I've got some bad news,"
"Gumshoe? Is that you?"
"Uh, yeah…" Dick Gumshoe mumbled in reply, "Look you might want to hear what I have to say, it's very important."
"Oh, okay. What's the bad news?" This was followed by Gumshoe clearing his throat as if he had been crying mere moments ago.
"It's Maya. She's in hospital."
