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"OBJECTION!"

His finger lightly floating in thin air, Phoenix Wright was in a desperate struggle to convict a cunning witness of murder and free his client.

"Feh heh heh…" the witness, a man wrapped in a large black trench coat, chuckled and tipped a worn fedora across his forehead, "Please explain then, Mr. Wright, how I could've been at the sssscene of the crime, if the sssssecurity camera at Badgermart captured my image at the sssssame time?"

With only one penalty between his client and the death penalty, Phoenix was frantic. Out of impulse he threw out his signature "Objection!", but now the courtroom was still and quiet, waiting on the ace attorney's decisive comeback move. His mind rampaged during the lull in the usually dramatic trial.

What am I gonna find? What the hell am I gonna say? If only Mia was here…If only Maya was here! She's been gone less than a month and I'm already falling apart. Damn it! Damn it!

Losing his former strength, Phoenix dropped his accusing pointer finger on the polished plywood stand. His arm was numb under the weight of so many baseless accusations, and his body was sore from withstanding the crushing pressure of Franziska von Karma and her intimidating trademark. All without the help of his spunky sidekick and object of affection, Maya Fey. The innocence of John Doe, the defendant, was definite, but his defense was impossible. Impossible, Phoenix cried in mental anguish. Across the vast battlefield of the courtroom, Franziska von Karma taunted her fallen opponent.

"This foolish fool attorney has foolish wasted the time of Mr. Cole Braw (the witness), the Judge, and myself! I'll deliver his final penalty!" said the prosecutor, slashing her powerful whip in Phoenix's direction. The defense attorney dejectedly eyed the punishment coming his way before closing his eyes in surrender.

I guess this is really it…

Phoenix had never grown accustomed to the crack of von Karma's whip, even though he has heard it and felt it's pain on numerous occasions. The sound sent a sharp jolt through his body, causing his spine to quiver. Something was odd though. Phoenix heard the sound, but didn't feel the accompanying pain. He opened his eyes.

A man stood wearing a light blue Badgermart apron stood in front of him, blocking von Karma's whip with a hardened forearm. "Objection, Your Honor," he said calmly with the voice of a young adult. After realizing he had the attention of the court, he tilted his black baseball cap forward and leaned toward Mr. Braw with aggression. "Mr. Braw, do you remember me...or more specifically, our conversation?"

Cole Braw's incredulous look was obscured by his trench coat. "What…I..uh..I can't ssssseem to recall…" he hissed. The young man chuckled.

"Your honor, do you mind if we show the security footage of Mr. Braw at the checkout?"

The judge was slightly taken aback at the brashness of the stranger, but reasoned that weirder things have happened in this very courtroom. "Very well then Mr. uh….."

"Mr. Jurney, your honor," the mysterious man flashed a smile at the judge. "Nice to meet ya."

"Alright then, Mr. Jurney. Please show us what contradiction you have to point out." The judge put up an air of composure. He's learned through many trials that as a judge he should at least pretend like he knows what's going on.

The video was set up and Mr. Jurney poured his attention on the footage played in the courtroom, but Phoenix, Franziska, and Cole Braw were still focused on the young man who swept the trial with his confidence. Just who is he? Phoenix wondered with a sideways glare.

"Found it!" Mr. Jurney pointed at the screen after several minutes, grinning from ear to ear. The video was showing Mr. Cole Braw having a lengthy discussion with his cashier who, upon closer inspection, was Mr. Jurney. "It's hard to believe you can't remember me or our discussion, Mr. Braw. It only happened two days ago," Mr. Jurney's cap fell over his forehead, masking his eyes, "I still remember it."

"Well obvioussssly," Mr. Braw anxiously spat, "I've been very bussssy and sssstresssed recently with thisss trial. It'sss natural I've forgotten."

"But," Phoenix Wright interjected with newfound vigor, "that conversation lasted a whole twenty minutes Mr. Braw. And with a cashier you had just met. You'd at least be able to remember their name…"

"Especially," Jurney pushed the attack, "because the topic was my name! You said it was a very unique one! One that you'd never forget!"

"Well," Phoenix lashed out his pointer finger with renewed strength, "What is Mr. Jurney's first name?"

Mr. Braw was nervous, he flashed out a forked tongue in anxiety. Franziska was indignant.

"Fool!" she bellowed, "what are you foolish fools trying to foolishly prove?"

"Simple," Phoenix grinned. He was back in control of trial. "If Mr. Braw had actually been in the store, he would've been able to remember the conversation he had with his cashier for a whopping twenty minutes! But he didn't because it wasn't him at Badgermart!"

"I forget things all the time," the judge piped in, "just this morning I was looking for my dentures…"

"BUT," the ace attorney took the ball, the action speeding up, "Mr. Cole Braw is a young man, and a meticulous accountant at that!"

"That'ssss true," Mr. Braw beamed at the compliment, "I put every receipt into a log."

Phoenix nodded. Checkmate. "Then the receipt you would've gotten at the store…"

"The receipt would still have my name on it, because I was your cashier" Mr. Jurney said thoughtfully and then grinned, "but you don't have it, do you Mr. Braw?"

"So, Mr. Braw wasn't at the store?" the judge asked.

"No, he wasn't." Phoenix answered.

"Fool! Then who was it? Who would venture into any public area with such a foolish attire?"

"Hey!" Mr. Braw was stung a little by the comment on his fashion sense.

"Yes Mr. Wright," the judge leaned over to the defense attorney," who was it in the store then if it was not the witness?"

Quickly flipping through the court records, Phoenix felt like he was guided by a supernatural force. His fingers moved with fluidity and precision instead of their initial frantic nervousness. He was definitely in control and driving real smooth.

"TAKE THAT!"

"Feh heh heh…" Mr. Braw chuckled, smiling at the evidence Phoenix presented. It was a mugshot of his assistant, Seth Scales. "Very clever, Mr. Wright."

"It was Mr. Seth Scales who impersonated you and went to the store… to give you an alibi while you murdered the victim!"

The courtroom was abuzz with chatter and excitement. The true culprit had been found with the help of a mysterious stranger who apparently worked at Badgermart.