Phoenix Wright sat alone in the Wright Anything Agency, twiddling his thumbs and humming a theme song from a TV show he knew of. Shortly after his understudy had left for a peaceful shower, his daughter had gone to her best friend's house for a get-together, and Phoenix liked the silence that usually followed this; it gave him some time to relax by himself before he had to go to work for a round of poker with his new opponent. However, there were no games scheduled today, so Phoenix popped open a bottle of his favourite drink- grape juice- and lazily turned on the TV. There was a short-haired weather girl announcing the completely wrong weather on the Weather Channel and subsequently being shouted at from backstage.
Heh heh. At least there was some comic relief in that, thought Phoenix, looking outside the window at the violently pouring rain. But, in all seriousness, she really shouldn't be saying it's sunny when….well, just look outside.
After the young weather girl stormed off the set, another, older-looking man- evidently her replacement- walked on, blushing furiously.
"Sorry about that, um, inconvenience." he apologized, briefly looking down in anxiety but regaining his composure and fake smile quicker than expected.
"In the region around Los Angeles, there are some heavy showers of rain still going on and, unfortunately, will still continue for a few hours. Over here, there will be.."
Phoenix yawned loudly and took another swig of grape juice, accidentally spilling some onto his grey hoodie.
Boring. Can't they show any real news for a change?
After wondering where he had heard that before, a new, 'urgent' report was now showing on the channel he had been ignoring for a while.
"Now, citizens of Los Angeles, later on you are going to experience some earthquakes, so be ready for them. Due to the accuracy of the prediction, we do not know exactly what time they will hit, so make sure you are prepared."
Wait….an earthquake?
I'm OK with them; I've lived here for ages now. Practically all my life.
Phoenix decided to have a long nap, so he stood up and got ready to return to his apartment- but a sudden thought stopped him in his tracks as he remembered Apollo's hilarious bout of frustration earlier.
…I just remembered.
I have a best friend who is definitely not OK with earthquakes, but he's probably doing work at the Prosecutor's Office.
Does he even know about the earthquakes? Oh no…..
Phoenix returned, in deep thought, to the comforting realms of the sofa and sat down, thinking about a plan of action.
He couldn't just call Edgeworth during the earthquake, could he? He knew that when an earthquake happened, Edgeworth would refuse to move from the spot he was in and curl up into a ball for a while.
Moreover, they hadn't seen each other for so long now. It would feel very awkward and Phoenix knew that wouldn't help calm him.
….He didn't even know if Edgeworth cared about him anymore.
Damn it…..what am I supposed to do?
I'm not just going to leave him there alone with his greatest fear!
I don't care if I haven't seen him for ages; I've got to help…somehow.
All at once, it hit him. Frantically putting on his raincoat and running out of the door halfway through buttoning it up, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
Nothing could stop him now.
