Prologue -

Franziska sat down at her desk, a piece of stationary and a pen in front of her. She wasn't sure why she was doing this at all, but somehow, she couldn't stop thinking about that certain someone. She decided it surely must be concern, and had from there come to the conclusion that writing her a letter would be a good way to alleviate that concern. In the back of her mind, she wondered why she should feel concerned anyway, but she pushed that thought away whenever it came to the surface, not yet ready to accept its answer.

Dear Adrian Andrews,

Yes, that part was simple, but she faltered when she tried to think of the contents of the letter. She felt a need to justify sending it, since it was more than a little unusual, but she couldn't think of any sort of justification she was willing to admit, for she was not willing to admit she was concerned.

I hope you are alright after the incredible display of foolishness that both Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth pulled in that trial.

She was about to throw the letter out and start again as she realized that Adrian had specifically said at the end of the trial that she was doing better, because she now felt like she could accept herself. It had seemed genuine, but Franziska decided to leave it, knowing that not only could things change, but people had a frustrating tendency to say one thing and actually feel another – not that she was exempt from this.

I suppose that, due to Miles Edgeworth's ruining of my plan, you are currently in prison. I hope it isn't too harsh, considering that your crime, in the grand scheme of things, was really quite mild.

She paused to wonder where that sort of attitude had come from. Normally, she would not care for anything further than the fact that Adrian Andrews had broken the law, making her a criminal. Franziska could not accept criminals, no matter the circumstances – or so she would have said before. On the other hand, all Adrian had truly done was to frame a guilty man for the crime he had committed, so perhaps it was excusable.

I am currently out of the country, but I have plans to return at some point.

Was that true? Before, she had thought that maybe she would return someday, but it certainly wasn't something she had 'plans' to do. Somehow, though, she felt like she would end up returning for one reason or another. Certainly not just to see Adrian, she insisted.

Of course, with you in prison, our correspondence is limited. However, once you get out, please feel free to consult me about anything at all. My address is written as the return address, and you can call me at (05394) 71 22.

She knew that would probably look a bit strange to an American, since they had their ten digit phone numbers, rather than the number of digits varying. She could see where that could certainly make things simpler, though the German system didn't bother her, since she had used it for most of her life.

Was there anything else she should say? She was generally as brief and to the point as she could be, but she knew some people thought she was being rude or avoidant because of it. Normally, she couldn't care less what most people thought of her, but Adrian… Adrian was different. This was another thing Franziska refused to think about, so instead, she quickly signed it.

Sincerely, Franziska von Karma

She then filled out the necessary information onto the envelope and put the letter inside. She wasn't about to mail the letter now, at 9 pm, but she was sure to mail it the next day.