It's almost Christmas time, a famous and genius prosecutor named Miles Edgeworth leaning on his desk, staring at an envelope in front of him. It contained his photograph with his best friend, Phoenix Wright. He has lost contact with Phoenix, didn't hear any news from Phoenix, for 8 years. Edgeworth wondered how is he now? Is he healthy? Is he already married and had children? He wanted to know why Phoenix like vanished into thin air.

He admitted, though he hated to admit it, that he missed Phoenix. He misses the days he battled in the courtroom against Phoenix, heard his bluffing tactic, or when he saw Phoenix's funny expression that made him laugh until his stomach pain when he argued about Phoenix "objection". Chuckled, Edgeworth opened the envelope, and then takes a photo from inside the envelope, then he turned the photo. There is Phoenix handwritten there.

Hello, Edgey!

Happy birthday, happy birthday to you, Demon Prosecutor! Wish nothing but the best for you. I hope you have a long and happy life, always healthy, and wish you success always with your career. I hope you will find a soulmate soon, because there are a lot of women who lined up to be your wife. Quickly pick a wife, Edgey! So that the beautiful women who want to be your wife give up and I can make one of them become my wife! Sorry this is all I can give to your birthday (you know I was poor, my wallet is not as thick as yours). But don't laugh, okay? I tried hard to make it.

Again, happy birthday, Miles Edgeworth, buddy!

He opened the envelope once more, takes out a paper that have looks dull, and stared at the paper. The paper is a sketch, a sketch that looks like it was drawn by 5 year old child and not by a 27 year old man. It is a sketch of him and Phoenix, embrace with each other, and below the sketch, there are writing that written by a blue crayon: "BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!"

Chuckled again, Edgeworth put the 8 years old gift from his best friend into the envelope back, and then put the envelope into his coat pocket, then he got out, walked toward his car, and drove to the nearest shop, decides to buy Christmas gifts even though he isn't really in the Christmas mood.

Edgeworth tried to buy some gifts, and while he was waiting in line to pay for it, a little girl wearing a magician outfit standing right in front of him. She waited anxiously, pacing around like little children do, and in her hand, she holds a blue shirt. A strange feeling felt by Edgeworth when he saw what the little girl held. He remember about Phoenix again, Phoenix usually wearing a blue suit in the courtroom, and that feeling makes Edgeworth's desire to be reunited with Phoenix is bigger than before. He looked at the little girl again, her magician outfit were worn and old, she was dirty from head to toe.

And when it came her time to pay, Edgeworth couldn't believe his ears. The little girl said: "Mr. Cashier, I want to buy this shirt for my Papa, please. It's Christmas Eve, and the color of this shirt is his favorite color. Could you hurry, Mr. Cashier? I think, there is no much time. You know, he's been sick for a while and I know this shirt will make him smile and I want him to look handsome if Papa meets Jesus tonight."

"Of course, little girl," said the cashier, looks deeply touched by the little girl's words. They counted the penny's for what seemed like years, then the cashier said, "Sorry, kid, your money is not enough to pay for this shirt."

Frantically, the little girl then reached into her pocket, and her lips trembled. She looks so desperate, and her tears begin to falling. The little girl turned around, looked at Edgeworth, then said:

"Papa made Christmas good at our house though. Most years, he just did without, tell me sir, what am I gonna do? Somehow, I've gotta buy him this Christmas shirt."

Edgeworth smiled, felt very touched by the little girl's words. "Don't worry, young lady. Your papa will look handsome tonight." Edgeworth pulled out his wallet, took some money from his wallet, then give it to the little girl. He just wanted to help the poor child. And Edgeworth felt he would never forget how cheerful the little girl's face as she said: "Papa's gonna looks so great!"

Edgeworth felt he found the light from heaven's love when the little girl thanked him and ran out of the store. He felt God had sent the little girl to remind him what's Christmas is all about.

Feeling more peaceful than before, Edgeworth pay for the gifts that he bought and stepped out of the store. When he was just about to opened his car door, he found the girl he had met earlier in the store, is talking to a boy with a bit strange hairstyle, like an antenna. Interested, he stopped his footsteps, and eavesdropping their conversation.

"You found it, Trucy? Shirt for your father?" asked the boy to the little girl. So the little girl name is Trucy, huh? thought Edgeworth.

The little girl nodded with vigor. "At first my money isn't enough to buy the shirt but a kind man paid for it! This is the shirt! Papa's favorite color! Cool, isn't it, Polly?" asked Trucy. So the boy's name is Apollo... What a strange name ... Could it be that he is the girl's brother? thought Edgeworth again.

"Cool, Trucy! It's his favorite color ... I bet Mr. Wright will definitely love it!" said Apollo in a loud voice.

Edgeworth couldn't believe his ears. Wright? Did he mean Wright, Phoenix Wright, my best friend that I have been looking for eight years? But no, thought Edgeworth, shaking his head. Wright is a pretty common name ... And the little girl said, her father might die tonight ... It can't be him ...Wright is a strong and healthy man ... But ... that blue shirt… Hmmm ... ... Should I ask them? I want to know, and I must know!

Edgeworth cleared his throat, and approached the children.

"Oh, this is it, Polly! He's the man I'm talking about! Who paid for this shirt!" said Trucy.

Edgeworth shook hands with Apollo and Trucy. "Miles Edgeworth. Nice to meet you."

"Apollo Justice. And this is Trucy Wright. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Edgeworth. So, you are the one who pays for the blue shirt?" asked Apollo.

Edgeworth nodded. "Yes. Trucy said that her father is dying, and she wanted to buy the shirt to make her father look handsome tonight. "

Both of the children's face turns sad now." It's true, Mr. Edgeworth. He is seriously ill. He's suffering liver cancer for 8 years and there's nothing we could do to make him better."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. It must be very hard for you both .. Er, may I ask your father's full name?" asked Edgeworth, crossed his fingers, hoping he will find the answers he was looking for 8 years.

"Huh?" Trucy looks surprised. "Wright, Mr. Edgeworth. Phoenix Wright. "

Edgeworth coughed gently. Wright is a pretty common name, but not with Phoenix Wright. And Trucy buy the blue shirt for her father, and she said it's her father favorite color, so that means?

"What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?" asked Trucy again. "You know my Papa?"

"Trucy, if you don't mind, may I see your father? I just want to make sure that he's the person I know from my past. I'll drive you home."

"Papa never told that he had a friend named Miles Edgeworth ... But okay, Mr. Edgeworth. No problem."

Edgeworth then drove Apollo and Trucy to Trucy's home. He was frightened, but also happy. If Trucy's father is Phoenix Wright, his best friend who has been missing for 8 years, he was really happy to meet with Phoenix again.

After 1.5 hours journey, they finally arrived at Trucy's home.

"Papa, I'm home! I bring something for you, Papa!" shouted Trucy.

"Come on, Mr. Edgeworth, please come in!" said Apollo.

Edgeworth went into the house, it's a small house, dirty, and certainly not a good place to live. And finally, he found him. His best friend that he had been searching for 8 years.