WARNING: This story contains major Ace Attorney Investigations SPOILERS!

"Prisoner 711420, you have a visitor."

Damon Gant's eyes slowly opened, the stone ceiling above him filling his gaze. He did not turn to face the prison guard stationed at his door immediately, but rather sat up and stared, unblinkingly, at the wall. How long had he been in this dark and cold place, Gant wondered, just as he did every day. How long had he sat alone, a shell of the man he had once been? The days had blurred into one insane mess in Gant's mind.

"Hurry up, Prisoner 711420!" the guard barked. Gant sighed, and swung his feet out of his bed. He had no idea who would want to visit him. He tried thinking about possibilities as he followed the guard down the hallway to the room where he was to be seated behind a plastic sheet in order to see and speak to his visitor without risk of endangering anyone.

Gant and the guard made it to the room, and Gant slid into the chair in front of the plastic sheet, his eyes downturned. Slowly, he looked up, and saw someone he never thought he'd see again in his life. For the first time in months, possibly even years, Gant's face broke into a genuine smile.

"Ah, cousin," said he. "It is so nice to see you after all this time."

The visitor, who was attired in a green army uniform, held up a hand.

"It saddens me to see you like this, Damon," he said. "You are but a shell of the man you once were. You used to be so proud..."

"And from the looks and sounds of things, you have only gotten prouder," chuckled Gant. "How many medals do you have on that uniform of yours now? Seven? Eight?"

"Oh, spare me this nonsense," the cousin said, though a smile was playing on his lips. "I have the same as last you saw me. I have just been promoted to a very high office. What have you been up to, these three long years?"

"Prison, old boy," replied Gant. Slowly, the color was returning to his long-drained face, and his old jovial attitude was returning. "A man can go mad in here. There's nothing to do but count the tiles in your cell. There are 4,214 in mine, incidentally."

"Fascinating," said the other man dryly. "Been swimming lately?"

"Don't be ridiculous," said Gant. "I'm stuck in my cell almost all day, every day, with occasional breaks for walks and meals. I am in a very high-security part of the prison. No such luxuries as swimming pools where I'm at. It's far from jolly."

The man shuddered. "Prison sounds awful. But if I play my cards right, I should not have to end up here." He stared at Gant, who slumped in his chair.

"All right, visiting hours are over!" called a guard. "Let's wrap things up!"

Gant sighed. "I would have liked more time," he said. "This has been my first friendly contact in a very long time."

"I'm sorry, Damon," the army man replied. "I must remember to visit more often."

"Please do," Gant replied. "Thank you for visiting me, Quercus."