The moonlight glinted off the surrounding gravestones, casting shadows in all directions. The man standing at one particular gravestone on the western edge of the cemetery paid no attention. A few minutes ago, maybe more, a light drizzle had commenced. He paid no attention to that either. He merely pulled the collar of his expensive trenchcoat closer around his neck, lost in thought. Lost in a world where that earthquake had never happened. Where the elevator had never gotten stuck. Where they had never run out of oxygen. Where his father had never...had never...

Miles Edgeworth sighed, then noticed a little splash of dirt near the bottom of the gravestone. Kneeling down, he wiped it off with a gloved hand. Standing back up, he was jolted from his thoughts when he sensed a presence near him. The person was not moving, apparently he was also at the cemetery for the same reason. Edgeworth realized now that he had heard, but not really noticed, the other man's silent footsteps as he had approached. Turning slightly, he sized up the newcomer. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with dark hair, and also sported a trenchcoat, with the collar turned up against the rain. An idling limousine was barely visible near the entrance to the cemetery, with someone waiting in the driver's seat. Edgeworth had a vague recollection of having seen this man somewhere before, but in this poor light and in Edgeworth's current frame of mind, he didn't feel like trying to figure it out.

The newcomer then finally spoke. "Paying your respects to your father?"

"What?"

He smirked. "I can read, you know."

"Right. You?"

"Same. My mother too."

"I'm...sorry," he wasn't used to these situations, and apparently the other man wasn't either.

"Thank you," said the man, extending his hand. "Bruce Wayne."

Now Edgeworth remembered. News of the Wayne murders had even reached as far away as Germany. He remembered his ex-guardian, Manfred von Karma, had wanted to prosecute that case, but there had never been any arrests.

"Miles Edgeworth," he said, shaking Bruce's hand.

"C'mon, Miles," said Bruce, "let's get out of this rain."