Edgeworth quickly jolted into his office and shut the door behind him, locking it in a hurry. He ran his hand through his hair, attempting to comprehend what had just happened. Surely his eyes were playing tricks on him, that couldn't have been Manfred von Karma that he encountered out in the hallway. That man was dead; he was tried for his crimes and executed. Edgeworth's thoughts were interrupted as a gentle breeze came in through his window. Edgeworth cocked an eyebrow and recalled that he had not left any windows open when he left his office. Despite his recollection, his window was wide open as the wind blew the cold winter air inside the room.

"Blasted air," Edgeworth muttered to himself as he shivered "Can't you leave me in peace?" Edgeworth walked over to his window and slammed it shut. Once the window had been shut, Edgeworth walked over to the couch he had on the side of his office for when he just wanted to relax and enjoy a nice cup of tea. Maybe that's just what he needed, a nice cup of tea to soothe his nerves. Edgeworth had already prepared a pot for when he decided to take a break during work, so the esteemed prosecutor leaned forward towards the table in front of him and reached for his pot of tea so that he may poor himself a cup.

"You wouldn't mind if I had a cup too, would you?" A soft pleasant voice sounded from next to Edgeworth.

"Of course not, it would be my…." Edgeworth eyes widened at the realization as his cup overflowed and began to spill tea on the table. He cautiously turned his head to lay his eyes on his unexpected visitor. A woman clad in a magnificent white robe sat next to him with a purple magatama tied around her neck. Edgeworth dropped his cup of tea in shock and rose from his seat. He looked down at the woman who sat before him and squinted, attempting to make out the woman's face in the dark. "Maya?" He questioned. Edgeworth's look of fear quickly turned into a look of frustration, "I swear if this is another prank by you and Wright, I will have you arrested and thrown in jail to serve TWO life sentences!"

"Oh? So my sister's starting to look like me?" The woman said as she stood up and walked towards Edgeworth. The darkness seemed to clear as she stepped forward; before him stood Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright's mentor and the older sister of Maya Fey.

"Mia Fey… B-but you're…" Edgeworth stammered.

"Dead? Yeah." Mia interrupted. "But tonight's not about me, Edgeworth. It's about you."

"Pardon?"

"Let me show you." Mia explained as the window opened and cold air rushed into the room with almost hurricane level winds, nearly knocking Edgeworth off of his feet.

"Are you insane!? Shut that window before-!" Edgeworth was swiftly interrupted by Mia grabbing Edgeworth by his arm and tossing him out of the window. Edgeworth screamed as he shut his eyes, plummeting towards the ground with the fierce winds blasting against his face. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh… " Edgeworth repeated as he opened an eye just to see how close to the ground he was, "God?" His noticed that his face was just inches away from slamming into the ground but he had stopped falling right before his face could slam into the cold pavement. Edgeworth looked up and was meet with the fact that Mia was floating above the ground holding his leg, preventing him from becoming a splattered mess on the pavement.

"C'mon Edgeworth, quit messing around! We don't have all night!" Mia chuckled.

"Impossible… How are you-?" Edgeworth questioned in shock.

"No time to explain. Like I said, we don't have all night!" Mia said as she soared through the air holding Edgeworth's leg. She speedily flew past the L.A towers that pierced into the night sky with the biting winter air becoming harsher and harsher until it reached the point where it finally started to snow.

"It doesn't usually snow here. Pretty strange, right Edgeworth?" Mia commented as she flew.

"…I've seen stranger." Edgeworth deadpanned as he dangled by his leg.

"Hey, look at that!" Mia exclaimed as she pointed to the ground.

Edgeworth cocked an eyebrow and looked to the ground to see a kid sliding on the snow at an alarmingly fast rate on a sled. "If that child's not careful he'll wind up hurting himself."

"Let's take a closer look, shall we?" Mia then dove from the air to reach ground level as they trailed the kid on the sled.

Edgeworth felt his stomach turn inside out at the sudden drop. If they didn't slow down soon he was certain that he'd lose any and all stomach contents. This was all he could focus on until he realized something, it was daytime. "That's odd…" He muttered to himself.

"Heads up." Mia said.

"What?" Edgeworth replied before he looked up to see exactly what Mia meant. They were following the kid still and were about to crash into a tree. Edgeworth flinched as he and Mia harmlessly phased through the tree. Mia descended to the ground and let go of Edgeworth's leg, dropping him into the snow. Edgeworth then looked up from the ground and scrambled to get up, "How did we-? How did you-?" Edgeworth stammered struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Mia merely raised a finger to her lips to silence him and pointed his attention to the kid who had just crashed into the tree. Edgeworth walked over to the tree and attempted to check the kid's pulse but his fingers phased through the child. Edgeworth turned his head towards Mia for answers but she remained silent. Edgeworth opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of feet trudging their way through the snow.

"Yeeeesh Edgey, you alright?" A child's voice sounded from the distance. The footsteps drew closer as two children clad in winter clothes ran up to the child who lay in the snow.

"I-Is he dead, Larry?" One child clad in a blue winter coat with a beanie over his head, asked. The other kid, one dressed in an orange winter coat with a Santa hat covering his head, looked over at the kid in blue.

"Where do you think we should bury the body, Nick?" He replied.

"I'm fine." A muffled voice rang out from the child who was buried with snow. The child got up from the ground and shook the snow off of his body. Edgeworth's eyes widened at the realization. It was him, that small child who crashed into the tree while riding a sled was a nine year old, Miles Edgeworth! "Remind me to never listen to another one of your ideas, Larry."

"That's… That's me! December 25, 2001! How are we here!?" The older Miles Edgeworth questioned in shock.

"Miles Edgeworth, allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Mia Fey but tonight you can call me the Ghost of Christmas Past." Mia bowed.

"…Maya says hi…" Edgeworth deadpanned as he turned his attention back towards the scene before him.

"C'mon, Edgey! You gotta admit that it was fun!" The younger Larry Butz replied to the younger Edgeworth's remark.

The nine year old Edgeworth attempted to glare at Larry but found a smile cracking on his face, "Well… it was rather enjoyable." He admitted.

"It was fun. There was nothing quite like it; the cold winter air blasting across your face as you sped through the snow with no direct control over where you were going, there was a fascinating sense of danger that I had never experienced before or ever again… Well, until tonight that is." The 27 year old Edgeworth commented casting a glance at Mia.

"Miles!" A voice rang out from the distance, "It's time to come inside, son!" Mia glanced over at Edgeworth and noticed that his eyes had widened.

"Yes, father!" The young Miles answered. "Bye guys." He said before he ran off towards the direction that the voice came from. Edgeworth watched his younger self run excitedly through the snow and into his house. The door slammed shut as the younger Phoenix and Larry picked up the sled and ran up the hill to continue their fun in the snow. Edgeworth absent mindedly walked to the front door of his childhood home; it wasn't anything fancy or luxurious like the home Edgeworth currently owned. Instead it was a quiet, quaint, and cozy little home that brought back many memories for the prosecutor. Mia walked up to the door in front of Edgeworth and knocked.

Edgeworth opened his mouth to question just how Mia was physically able to interact with an object but before he could speak the door to his old home creaked open. Edgeworth's mouth was left agape as he was face to face with his father, Gregory Edgeworth. Their eyes met for what felt like an eternity, Edgeworth's composure began to break as his eyes began to water. The prosecutor reached his hand out to feel his father's face but harsh reality began to set in as his hand phased through the defense attorney. With a deep breathe Edgeworth slowly closed his fist and used it to wipe the tears from his eyes.

"Who is it, father?" The voice of the young Miles rang from inside.

"No one, son." Gregory responded with a warm smile as he closed the door.

Edgeworth stood in front of the door, staring at it thoughtfully with his eyes expressing great sorrow. Mia placed her hand on Edgeworth's shoulder and greeted him with a comforting smile. She guided him through the door as they phased through the wooden barrier. Inside the cozy home was an even cozier living room. A large Christmas tree was the center of attention in the room as there were many presents kept under the tree.

"That's quite the Christmas tree, Miles." Mia commented. Edgeworth simply ignored the spirit's comment and walked towards the fireplace that gave the room a sense of warmth adorned with a comfortable glow. Mia walked over to the fireplace and stood before it alongside Edgeworth. It wasn't the beautiful, dancing flames that caught their attention; it was the stockings that hung over the fireplace. Mia's eye observed the three stockings; one was labeled "DAD" and held a picture of Gregory Edgeworth wearing a Santa costume and smiling for the camera; the other was labeled "ME" and held a picture of Edgeworth as an infant, smiling happily as he played with a toy car, "You were adorable." Mia commented as she continued to look at the image of baby Edgeworth. Edgeworth didn't even acknowledge her comment; as he was too busy staring intently as the third and final stocking. Mia then turned her attention to the final stocking as well, her heart shattered at the sight of what she saw. Before them both lay a stocking labeled "MOM" that held the image of a beautiful woman with a loving and tender smile holding a newborn baby.

"This was our first Christmas without her;" Edgeworth finally spoke "She was always very ill and her body just… Shut down."

"I miss her too, Miles." Gregory's voice sounded from behind them. Edgeworth turned around to his father place a comforting hand on the shoulder of the nine year old Miles, who had been staring sadly at the stockings. "But she wouldn't want us to be so sad during her favorite time of the year. Your mother always said that Christmas was about leaving all your problems behind, just for one day, and sharing joy with your family." The small child's eyes began to glisten with tears at his father's words. Gregory knelt down on one knee and wrapped his son in a hug. "It's ok, Miles. It's ok;" Gregory's eyes began to swell with tears as well "I'm still here… We're still family. And I promise you that will never change."

"Take me back." The older Edgeworth demanded as he turned away from the scene, "Now."

"Edgeworth…" Mia spoke, trying to comfort the grieving prosecutor.

"Why are you showing me this!?" Edgeworth shouted "To make me remember the happy Christmas memories I had? Well guess what! Just three days later my father was taken from this world! Taken from me! Christmas didn't stop that, if anything it just served as a cruel irony…"

"Would like to return to the Prosecutor's Office?" Mia asked.

"Yes," Edgeworth answered "I would appreciate that."

Just as Edgeworth answered, the entire scene around them had begun to turn into snow and spin around them as if they were caught in the middle of some winter tornado. Soon enough the snow began to settle and morph into the Prosecutor's Office. Edgeworth and Mia found themselves inside the halls of the Prosecutor's Office. The lights in the entire building were off save for a small source of light stemming from behind a door.

"Ah, there's my office. Thank you, Miss Fey. Tonight certainly has been interesting, now if you'll excuse me I have to get back to work." Edgeworth said as he reached his hand out to grab the door knob to his office. Just before he could do so an 18 year old boy wearing a red winter coat walked through Edgeworth and opened the door. Edgeworth cast an annoyed glance at Mia, realizing that he had just been tricked. Never the less he decided to follow the boy into the office. The boy was carrying some files and dropped them off at a desk where a small candle served as the source of light for the entire room. The shadowy figure that sat at the desk reached out and grabbed the files. The boy stood by the desk waiting for a sign of gratitude from the figure but was ignored.

"Sir…" The boy spoke.

"Yes, Miles?" The figure responded.

"You're not going to the Christmas party being thrown by the chief prosecutor, sir?"

"Why would I?"

"It might be fun, sir…" The boy answered.

"It would be a waste of time and time is something a prosecutor cannot waste, Miles."

"Y-yes Mr. Von Karma." The boy stammered.

"It was my first time back in America after living in Germany with the von Karmas ever since the DL-6 incident." Edgeworth took a deep breathe "And I didn't want to waste my time cramped up in the office." Mia merely listened to Edgeworth speak as they both followed the boy out of the office to the entrance of the building.

The boy looked behind himself at the building's entrance. "And so," Mia spoke as the boy looked forward and began to run "You didn't. You ran, you ran all the way to the Gatewater Hotel where they held the Christmas Party for the prosecutor's. But why there, Edgeworth?" The boy huffed and puffed as he ran through the streets as fast as he could until he reached the Gatewater. "Why the Christmas Party for the prosecutors?"

"Sooner or later they were going to be my peers and I had wished to get to know them." Edgeworth explained as he and Mia walked inside the Gatewater. The main hall of the Gatewater was nowhere near as lavish as it was now, in place of the decadent gold that lined the walls of the modern day Gatewater, simple brick and stone was in its place. Despite this, the hall was still filled with people from the Prosecutor's Office all gathered together to celebrate Christmas. The decorations weren't too extravagant; they had merely placed a banner that wished everyone a Merry Christmas on the ceiling. A smile crept over the boy's face as his eyes searched the crowd.

"So you came here to meet your future peers?" Mia questioned.

"Yes" Edgeworth responded.

"I seriously doubt that." Mia replied with a sly smile on her face as she watched the boy rush past the crowd towards the punch bowl where a woman stood filling her cup with the beverage.

"Detective Skye" The boy spoke.

"Well… I guess you could say that I had an ulterior motive…" Edgeworth mumbled.

"The Demon Prosecutor has a heart after all." Mia chuckled.

"Leave me alone, I was only 18 at the time… Hormones and all that what not…" Edgeworth replied.

"Yes?" The woman replied with a smile on her face.

"We met earlier today. M-my name is…" The boy stammered.

"MILES EDGEWORTH!" A small German child's voice shouted as a riding crop struck the boy in the back causing him to yelp in pain. The 18 year old Edgeworth looked turned around and saw the 11 year old girl with silver hair giving him a disapproving glare.

"Franziska!? What are you-!?" The boy was interrupted by another strike from the riding crop causing him to let out a pained grunt.

"The more important question, little brother is what you are doing here, Miles Edgeworth!" Franziska scolded. "I saw you foolishly leave the Prosecutor's Office despite Papa saying that coming here was a waste of time. And no real prosecutor wastes their time!"

Franziska once again struck the younger Edgeworth with her weapon; causing him to trip and fall on top off Lana, resulting in her spilling her drink on both of them. The younger Edgeworth's eyes widened in shock as he realized what had just happened; he quickly helped Lana to her feet.

"I-I am so sorry!" He stammered.

"It's alright, accidents happen." Lana replied with a chuckle.

"Tell you what, uh, let me go get some napkins and we'll get you cleaned up." The young Miles said as he stepped forward to leave. However, the cruel mistress known as misfortune struck again as Miles slipped on the spilled drink and fell on the table, flipping it over and causing the punch bowl to go flying.

"And the winner of this year's 'King of the Prosecutors' award goes to… Winston Payne! The Rookie Killer!" The chief prosecutor announced over a microphone as a meek, frail man clad in a green suit stepped forward to obtain his prize. Just as he reached out accept the award, the punch bowl came flying down and landed on his glorious hair.

"Papa deserved that award anyways. I can't believe these foolhardy fools didn't allow him to receive it for a 6th year in a row!" Franziska commented, breaking the awkward silence as Miles' face turned redder than the coat he wore.

"MILES EDGEWORTH." A loud, commanding voice rang out from the entrance of the hall. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Manfred von Karma walked over to the punch drenched Miles.

"There he is, Papa! The foolishly foolish fool is foolishly shaming the von Karma name!" Franziska said point to Miles.

"Edgeworth… It's time we had a talk…" Manfred sneered as he reached out to grab Edgeworth by the arm.

"Take me back." The 27 year old Edgeworth pleaded to Mia. "I don't want to relive this! …Please…"

Mia looked over to Edgeworth and nodded as the scene around them stopped in time and began to form into a flurry of wind and snow. They both found themselves in back in Edgeworth's office, just how they left it.

"Why!? Why show me these painful memories!?" Edgeworth interrogated as Mia stood there remaining silent. "WHY!?"

"To show you that you didn't always hate Christmas., to show you that you allow your past to haunt even this joyous holiday." Mia answered.

"Bah!" Edgeworth grunted "Just leave me alone… What does it matter to you anyway?"

"Edgeworth…"

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" The prosecutor shouted at the spirit that stood before him. Just as he shouted a strong wind began to pull him towards the window. "W-what's going on!?" He questioned as the wind's strength increase until the point where it sucked him out of the window completely and he was left tumbling through the air. "MISS FEY! HELP!" Edgeworth shouted as he fell. He watched in horror as he reached closer to the ground.

"NO!" Edgeworth shouted as he woke up from the nightmare drenched in a cold sweat. He looked around his surroundings in confusion until he realized that he was in his bed. "It was all just a bad dream!" He chuckled in relief. Edgeworth then rolled out of bed and walked into his kitchen. "Some tea will help soothe the post-nightmare jitters." Edgeworth stated as he poured himself a cup of tea. Once the tea cup was filled, Edgeworth brought the cup to his mouth so that he may enjoy a sip. However; just as he was about to enjoy his tea, the sound of an organ boomed throughout his home startling Edgeworth and causing him to spill his hot tea onto himself. The organ began playing an interesting melody that Edgeworth swore he recognized, he had heard it somewhere before. Did Edgeworth leave his TV on as they reran the episode of the Steel Samurai where the Evil Magistrate used an enchanted organ to hypnotize the people of Neo Olde Tokyo? Or perhaps he left the radio on and they were playing songs from "The Phantom of the Opera". Either way, Edgeworth journeyed to his living room to discover the source of this organ. As he drew closer to the source of the sound, Edgeworth began to realize just where he had heard the music before. It was the song that always blared from the office of the Chief of Police. Edgeworth walked in the living room where a giant organ lay in the center of the room with a large man clad in a Santa costume playing it. The man had his back to Edgeworth but could still sense his presence as he entered the room. The man stopped playing his organ and spoke…

"Ah, you're finally awake… Worthy…" The man said as he turned around and revealed himself the Edgeworth. Before the prosecutor, sat the former Chief of Police… Damon Gant.