District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Miles stumbled over off his seat. He blinked a few times and his vision returned. He looked over at Detective Gumshoe who had disappeared. Possibly to get Medical Attention I assume. He rose up and turned a corner and saw a face he never thought he would ever see again. "Father?" he whispered. "Miles!" the man answered. It was indeed Gregory Edgeworth, Edgeworth's father. "Whew, I'm glad I made it on time. Well, I have to say, Miles, I'm impressed! Not everyone takes a murder trial right off the bat like this. I'm proud of you son." "Father? This isn't possible…it's unbelievable! You're supposed to be dead!" Miles stammered. "I'm not dead, Son. Are you okay?" Gregory asked. "Do you need something?" "Yes, a good, cold, hard slap to the face…" Miles muttered. "What are you talking about? You act like you've seen a ghost!" Gregory smiled. Suddenly, they both heard a loud voice. "It's over! My life, everything, it's all over!" Gregory turned and asked, "Isn't that your client screaming over there?" "What client? I don't have clients. I'm a prosecutor." Miles replied. "Son, you're not the prosecutor. Mr. Wright is." "Wright? Don't be ridiculous! He's too much of a goody-two-shoes to the extreme to be a prosecutor!" Miles smirked. Behind him a cold voice answered, "Don't be so sure, amateur!" Miles froze and turned to see Phoenix Wright. But Wright seemed different somehow, slightly more conservative, more devious. "Wright! You have no idea how pleased I am to see you! Something's happened to me!" Miles exclaimed. "I'll say. You seem to have lost your mind. Just remember this: pleading insanity works only for your client, not yourself. You listen to me, Miles Edgeworth. Evidence is everything. It is not enough that I succeed. Everyone else must fail." With that, Wright walked away. Miles' jaw dropped. "Not even Wright would dare speak to me like that." His grip tightened. Whatever alternate reality I've sunk into, not even Wright will get the best of me. Just then, Miles' client, Larry Butz, came running over. "Aww, Edgey, you gotta tell me! Who took my –" Miles interrupted him, "Cease your useless chattering. I'm going to see you innocent if it's the last thing I do." Gregory turned to him. "Son, I understand your frustration, but you can't just get angry at your client. That way lies madness." Like I haven't stooped down to madness already? Miles wondered.