As Apollo talked on the phone with the sister, he absent-mindedly began to walk away from the other two. His voice became quieter and quieter, until his words were no longer discernible.

With a bored sigh, Trucy looked around for something interesting to watch. She eventually looked up to Klavier, who was still staring after Apollo with an upset face. He was still the same from when the phone rang. Crossing her arms, she said, "What's the matter? It's almost like you haven't seen a pretty girl before."

Klavier seemed to have been shaken out of his thoughts. He looked down at Trucy, quickly swapping out his expression for a light-hearted smile. He shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to stop and admire them, Fraulein." He paused for a moment. "But…" he continued. "Why did she call?"

"Why? That's the—," Trucy began, when suddenly Apollo cut her off.

"Hey, can you come over here for a sec?" he called from where he was. Then he continued talking on the phone. Trucy huffed quietly. "Walks a million miles away and then calls me to come to him. Sure, okay." She hurried after him. Even as she did, she couldn't help but think to herself, 'That didn't quite look like admiration.'

He watched Trucy run off before she could answer his question. But he had still been startled to see that picture pop up on the phone like that. That girl…

Klavier decided to drop it. The past was in the past, and it was best to let the sleeping dogs lie.

He turned away and headed back to his motorcycle. He was done here, anyway. It was time to head back to prepare for the case. But as he approached his bike, he saw that there was a German Shepherd next to it, sniffing the motorcycle curiously. As it heard Klavier's footsteps, it turned its head and looked at him.

It seemed uncharacteristically calm for a dog. As Klavier stopped next to it, it did not move. Its mouth open and its tongue spilled out, but its tail remained still. It regarded him with its stoic eyes, and then sat down.

"Hey there," Klavier murmured. "You're well-trained, aren't you? Are you a K9? No, you've got a collar right here." He reached down and took the dog's tag. There, etched onto the metallic surface, was the dog's name: Mordecai.

"Mordecai, huh? Who's your…?" He suddenly remembered the dog in her picture. He straightened up and took his helmet. "She told me she had a dog," he mumbled to himself. He patted the dog's head. "See you around, Mordecai." The German Shepherd settled onto the asphalt and rested its head between its paws as it watched Klavier peel away on the motorcycle.

Funnily enough, the most common question he had during interviews was not about where he was educated, or what his views were on the latest piece of legislation, or what he did during his spare time. It was: why don't you have a girl to call your own yet?

It was a question that was to be expected, given his audience. And every time it was asked, he would give the same answer.

"I just haven't met the right one." The response would be followed by a smile.

But oh, how that was a lie. He never told anyone about it, but he did find love. But it was someplace where he never expected to find it: in a one-night stand.

It had been a few years, but he could still remember it clear as day. It was late, almost midnight. They had just finished another energetic concert. He decided to stop by the nearest bar to cool off. She was one of the first things he noticed. Stunning, but sitting at a corner seat alone. She didn't notice him, because she was staring down at the drink between her hands. He made his way to her. She still didn't move. He sat down next to her. She finally seemed to notice him. Looking up, she offered a timid smile before glancing back down at her glass.

"A pretty little fraulein like you shouldn't be drinking alone."

The blaring of a horn ripped him from his thoughts. Klavier looked up with shock and noticed the green light. The car behind him was honked again. He quickly shook his head and rode forward, silently cursing himself for losing himself like that.

He wasn't exactly sure if it was at the bar, or at his apartment later, that he realized that he was in love. Maybe it was both, when she laughed at his petty jokes and tried to reciprocate with her own, and then when they were wrapped together in a tight embrace. But it didn't matter now. He knew that the morning after when she was gone and there was no note, no explanation. And it was then he realized that he had never asked for her number.

"Daina, are you serious?" the woman asked, eyes wide. "You can't ditch! Not now!"

Daina Everett cleared her throat uncomfortably. She tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear. Side-by-side, the two women were walking back to their apartment complex. "I'm really, really, sorry, Katie," she said. "It's just that something urgent really came up." Her colleague stared at her, the strands of her blonde hair escaping her bun.

"What do you mean?" Katie replied. "Day, you're the goddamn lead in this performance. You know the other dancers are gonna feel a little lost without you!" Daina put her hands up.

"It's fine! Dylan's taking over my spot."

"Dylan?" Katie screeched. "Nuh-uh! No way! That girl dances like a goose! And you know Kraye is coming to see this show, right? Roger Kraye, as in one of the recruiters for the Rockettes! This is going to be a foot in the door for a lot of dancers, especially for the lead! Isn't that what you've wanted?"

Daina felt a pang of longing in her chest. That really did sound like a great opportunity. She had auditioned twice for the Rockettes, and twice had been turned down. But… there were more important things than that.

"Katie, my sister's been convicted of murder," Daina said quietly, looking away. "I have to go."

"Your sister? As in the Marine? … Shit." There was a brief pause. There were only the sounds of traffic next to them, and the clicking of their heels on the pavement. "I guess that's pretty serious." She sighed, and then wrapped an arm around Daina as they walked. "All right, girl. You do what you gotta do. Just… choose someone else other than Dylan, okay?"

Daina let out a light-hearted laugh. "I'll try."

Once they reached their apartment, Daina immediately rushed to her room and closed the door behind her. She pulled up the contacts in her phone, hovering a finger above 'Terrible Terry.'

She wanted more than anything to hear her sister's voice and find out what was going on. But if Terry was already suspected for murder, then she was most likely stuck in a cell. Her phone wouldn't be on her person. Still, Daina needed to call. Even if it was a police officer that answered, she was going to get her answers.

Her finger tapped the touchscreen. The call was initiated. Quickly, Daina pulled the phone up to her ear. As she listened to it ring, a flurry of questions flooded into her mind. Why was my sister suspected? Where are you holding her? Who was killed? Why, oh why, would you EVER accuse Terry of all people? Are you insane? She stopped and took a deep breath. Going berserk over the phone wasn't going to do anyone any favors.

The phone was still ringing. It would go into voicemail soon. Was anyone there?

Suddenly, the ringing stopped. A voice spoke from the other end. "This is Apollo Justice."

Daina froze, unsure of what to say. Hearing this voice made her suddenly forget everything she was going to say.

"Um… Is this an officer?" she asked.

"Me? No, I'm a defense attorney. Is this Dink- uh, is this Terry's sister?"

"Yes," Daina responded, completely unaware that she was pacing in a mad circle around the room. "So, are you Terry's lawyer?"

"I am. I took on her case this morning. I didn't catch your name, I'm afraid."

"Daina."

"Oh, okay. All right, so you're probably calling because you know about her current condition, right?"

Daina wrapped her free arm over her stomach nervously. "Of course I know about it. Tell Terry I'm going to be flying over in two days. I-I don't know if that's too late for the trial."

"That should be the day of," Apollo said. "But the thing is, Terry wants you to stay in New York. She says she's fine. And you can be assured that I'll do my best to prove her innocence, okay?" Then, in a much quieter voice as though he were talking to someone else, Daina heard him shout, "Hey, can you come over here for a sec?"

"No, I need to come over. You don't know, or you probably will once you start talking to her, but Terry's had a lot of stressful stuff happen to her recently. I just… I just need to be there for her. Look, I get that you and Terry probably don't want too much hassle, so I promise I won't get in the way."

"Wait, but—."

"Day, the Director's on the phone!" Katie called from the other room. "She wants you to choose your replacement. She needs your final decision tonight!"

Daina looked over her shoulder at her closed door. "Look, I have to go. Take care of Terry, please." She hung up and tucked the phone into her pocket and hurried out of her room.

Taking Katie's phone, she pinned it against her ear as she opened the fridge door and checked its contents. "Hello? Yeah, sorry about that. It was busy because I was on the phone with someone…. No, I change my mind. Have Jess take my spot instead. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure. Okay, mhmm. Thanks. Sorry about the late notice… Okay. You too." Just as she got off the phone with the Director, she felt her pocket vibrate with a text.

'Is it that attorney again?' she thought as she grabbed a tupperware container and closed the fridge door with her foot. 'No matter what he says, he's still not going to deter me from…' As she pulled her phone out and looked at it, she realized it was an unknown number.

"I look forward to seeing you again."

Addendum: Little does Klavier know, he was petting the mastermind of the murderer, the epitome of all evil... Just kidding. Mordecai is best.

Also, lesson learned! Don't be a dummy; get them digits!