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"Speech"
'Thought'
'Memories and dreams'

Date: ?
Time: ?
Location:?

' Phoenix loved the greenery around the Kurain Village. The plant and wildlife absorbed him and the altitude made him feel light headed and happy. This is where Phoenix Wright could abandon his troubles. This is where he can feel truly free from the weights of responsibility that tie him to the city.

Phoenix was not following any path. He was just following where his feet would take him. He did not worry. He did not feel that anything bad would occur here. He could sense no danger. He parted a bush that obstructed a view and saw a large, sparkling majestic lake. However, that was not all he saw. His eye's caught the figure of a man on a lawn chair fishing.
'Strange,' Phoenix thought 'Seems a bit far from civilization for a man to do a bit of fishing...'

Phoenix watched the man for awhile, unsure whether he should approach and disturb him.

"You can come closer you know," said the man slightly scaring Phoenix "I won't bite...much."

Phoenix slowly walked towards the man. He didn't know why, but something was telling him that he has met this man somewhere before. The man was wearing fishing gear and was wearing a traditional fishing hat. Phoenix was still wondering who he was right up until he was standing next to him on the edge of the lake. It was only when the man tilted his hat upwards that Phoenix finally recognized him.

"G-Gregory Edgeworth!" Phoenix choked out.

"Ah, so you recognize me do you?" said Gregory with a smirk. "I was worried seeing as though you haven't seen me since you were a child."

"Of course I know who you are! You're Miles' Dad and you were a famous Defence attorney."
"And so were you. Well not Miles' dad obviously..."
"I thought you were dead?"

Gregory chuckled a little. "Yes, well it is a bit difficult to recover from a bullet to the heart I must say."

Phoenix looked bewildered. "I need to sit down."

Gregory re-cast the line on his fishing rod "Well, take a seat."

Phoenix looked round "But there are no other chai-" A lawn chair was behind Phoenix's legs. "How did that just appear?"

Gregory sighed "I'm sorry to say this Phoenix, but you're dead. This is heaven."
"Wha?"

Gregory laughed. "I'm just kidding. This is a dream. Come on. Sit."

Phoenix's legs gave away and he collapsed into the chair stunned. "Dream? Of course it is. That was a really bad joke you know."
"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

It took a while for Phoenix to regain his composure. He stared out into beautiful cerulean in front of him.

"So," He finally said "Why am I dreaming about you?"

Gregory glanced over at Phoenix. "Who's saying that I, myself is a dream. You know about the secret ability of the Feys more than anyone and that spirits exist."

"All right then," responded Phoenix "Lets say, for arguments sake, that I am talking to the deceased Gregory Edgeworth in my dream. Why you here fishing?"

A glimmer went over Gregory's glasses. "Well, I'm here to say thank you for sticking by my son through all these years. I'm also here to say thank you for exposing Manfred who iced me." Gregory's face then hardened. "Why I'm fishing on the over hand is a complete mystery. You must have a preconceived notion of me being the kind of guy that likes to fish, so I came in your dream that way. Then again, its better than being a samurai..."

Phoenix raised an eyebrow "A samurai?"

Gregory scratched the back of his head. "Never mind."

Phoenix shook his head. "A thank you is not needed. I just did what anybody would do to save there friend."
"I see."
Phoenix stared at the water for a while absorbed in thought. Could he ask him those questions? Does it really matter? If it's a dream it wouldn't really matter would it?

"What troubles you?" He eventually asks.

"I need some advice." Phoenix says. Gregory smiles.

"Then ask."
"I don't know which path I should take next. I have caught the man that ruined me and my daughters life and set in track a new legal system." Phoenix sighed. "But I can't decide whether I should go back to law or give it up and focus on my daughter."
"What do you want to do?"
"Both I guess. Being a Lawyer was my life, but now my daughter is. She still feels...troubled over her family."
"Your Daughter is stronger than you give her credit for. If you want to do both, then do both."
"What?"
Gregory's face turned sombre "When you are alive you feel limited to what you can do. All humans do. But in reality, the only time when it is too late and you are completely helpless is when you are dead. If you want something, go for it because if you don't you spend your whole life regretting it. I once felt helpless like you. I was in the middle of a court case and I had just heard that my wife had died. I still had to remain composed for the rest of the trial for my client. I would have went crazy if it wasn't for the prosecutor. He was my childhood friend and was the only one in that courtroom who understood what I was feeling. He guided me to the truth in that trial. It was then I realised, that with friends like him nothing is impossible. Being a single father while holding down a career was piece of cake compared to that trial." Gregory smiled "A defence attorney and prosecutor who were childhood friends. Sound familiar?"

Phoenix had a shocked look on his face. "That trial...must have been unbearable."

Gregory shrugged. "I wanted to win that trial. I wanted to return home to my son. You see Mr Wright, that we humans can have anything we want if we aim for it."

There was silence between the two for few minutes.

"I have a request, if you don't mind?" asked Gregory.

"Sure."
"Look out for Dick Dastardly and his sidekick Mutley."

Phoenix had a confused look on his face wondering if he was going crazy. "Who?"

"My son and 'grandson' of course. Miles is going to start being more involved in cases now he knows who your understudy is and Mick kind of gives me the vibe of a loose cannon. Be wary."

Phoenix nodded but he still had a question. "Are you really the spirit of Gregory?"
"Maybe. This could all be your imagination. Maybe its a way for your mind to answer some questions."
"You're not going to tell me are you?"
"Nope."

Just then, music filled the air. Phoenix recognised it as his steel samurai ringtone. He patted himself down but realised he didn't have his phone. He looked at Gregory who gave him a bemused look.

"Don't look at me boy, I don't have a cell phone. I'm dead, remember."
"Then where's the music coming from?"

Gregory re-cast the fishing rod again. "Maybe from your bedside table." '

Date: 1st January 2027
Time: 8.15
Location: Apartment above Wright Anything Agency.

Phoenix shot up from his bed. The ringtone was still playing. Half awake, he grabbed his phone.

"Hullo?" said Phoenix, the drowsiness in his voice evident.

"Hello, this is Ms May from Pear Cellular phone Communications, and we were wondering if you would be interested-"

Phoenix hung up the phone. He was neither ready or in the mood to talk to telecommunications salesman. He stretched then yawned while taking a glance at the clock on his bedside table.

'Quarter past eight. Jeez Phoenix, you need to start getting into better sleeping habits.'

He dragged himself out of his bed and made his way to his large mirror. He stood in front it for few minuted trying to blink the sleep out his eyes, get his head on straight and refocus. It was then that something caught his eye in the reflection of the mirror. He turned around and saw something glowing green behind the clock on the bedside table.

'That's strange...' Thought Phoenix as he gingerly approached the glowing object. His suspicions were confirmed as got a better view of it. 'My Magatama...' Phoenix picked it up. It was warm to touch, kind like grabbing a hot coffee mug by the handle. It was then that Phoenix remembered his dream.

'Could it be?' Phoenix smirked. He hung the Magatama around his neck. 'Dick Dastardly and Mutley huh?'

It took Phoenix about ten minutes to get ready and use the bathroom. He reminded himself that the toilet needed cleaning again and walked down the stairs to his office. After hurdling the junk in his room (Or as Trucy calls it 'Important working materials'.) He found his way to the living room. In it he saw Trucy and Apollo asleep on the couch together in front of the TV which had gone into standby. Phoenix put his hands on his hips and smiled.

'Cute..'

He then hurdled his way into the kitchen. He came back with two frying pans. He placed himself behind the couch in between the two sleeping siblings. With a Cheshire cat grin, Phoenix slammed the two pans as hard as he could.

CLANG!
The two reactions that it produced were comedic to say the least. Trucy jumped and flew several feet into the air. Apollo shot forward and stood completely straight. His face showed the signs of fatigue.

"Yes sir, we shall attack at dawn..." Apollo said. He then looked around and saw an amused Phoenix and a shocked Trucy. "Oh, right. I'm here.." He slumped back onto the couch.

Phoenix giggled "You sure are captain."

Trucy scowled at her father. "That was really cruel dad. I think Polly is suffering from shell shock." she started clicking her fingers in front of his face. "Polly. Polly are you okay?"

The only response she got was a grunt.

"See. He's fine." said Phoenix. "Anyway its your fault for keeping him here to watch that TV show last night."

Trucy raised her finger "It wasn't just a TV show daddy, It was last years Steel Samurai film. I just got to the bit where Steel Samurai and Nickel Samurai were fighting the evil Lord Odanaga in Luminous Owari before I fell asleep." She then elbowed Apollo "It was brilliant, wasn't it Apollo?"

"Mm-hm" grunted Apollo in agreement which contained enough enthusiasm to tell Phoenix that it was the opposite of brilliant. Phoenix grinned at the pair.

"Anyway, I was about to make breakfast. You two want a fried egg sandwich?"

Trucy gave her father a smile "Yes please dad."
"How bout you Apollo?"

"No thanks," he said while rubbing his eyes "I don't think that starting the day with food poisoning would be a good idea."

Phoenix put on a fake pained expression "Low blow Apollo. Well, make yourself useful and open the blinds will ya." Phoenix then made his way to the kitchen.

Apollo got up. Drunken by tiredness, Apollo stumbled across to where the window was. On the way there however, he stepped into a waste paper bin which then attached itself to his foot. Apollo sighed.

"You're really not a morning person, are you?" said Trucy who was watching this scene unfold from the couch. Apollo grunted in response. He then kicked his foot several times, dislodging the bin from his foot and then continued on his journey to the window. After pulling the blinds, he blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the daylight.

"That's odd." said Apollo out loud.

"What is?" shouted back Phoenix.

"There's a vulgar red sports car parked outside the Gatewater Hotel that I've never seen before. I wonder who that belongs to?"

Phoenix grinned to himself in the kitchen. "Yes," he said to himself "I wonder..."

It took Edgeworth approximately forty five minutes to reach the Gatewater Hotel. The streets were practically empty due to it being New Years Day. He took the opportunity to take the scenic route and enjoy his drive. Driving was some of the few escapes that Miles had in life from work. He sometimes prayed that he would be sent down the police precinct to collect evidence on some of his more boring days.

When he arrived, he parked his car outside and checked it for any scratches or dirt. He found nothing too worrying other than the some dirty water marks near the tyres caused by puddles which could be cleaned easy enough. Edgeworth smiled.

'Perfect!' He thought. He then locked the car and made his way into the hotel. He approached the reception desk which was being tended by a man with blonde hair and a purple jacket.

"Good morning Monsieur. Do you have a reservation?"

Edgeworth fought the urge to cringe. 'Either this guy is faking it, or he has the worse French accent in the world.'

"No. I'm looking for someone who is staying here. Can you tell me where a Mr Michael Edgeworth is staying? He might have put his name down as Mick."

The receptionists face turned from a smile to a scowl. "Ah, 'him'" he spat out "Yes that imbécile is staying in Room 101."

Edgeworth coughed in embarrassment. "Yes...well thank you." He then made his way to the stairs. 'Mick. What have you done here to make the receptionist hate you. You've been here for less than two days.'

A couple of minutes later, Edgeworth found the door that he was looking for, Room 101.

'Room 101 huh? George Orwell said that this room contains all of a persons worst horrors. Maybe it's a sign?'

Miles sighed. "Oh well, here goes nothing..." he said to himself quietly. He put his left hand behind his back and raised his right one to knock on the door. However, after his first gentle knock the door fell down.

CRASH!

The sound of the door hitting the floor echoed up the corridor. Miles cringed. Surely someone would be woken up by that? He looked up and down the corridor, but to his surprise no-one came out to complain. Miles breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well...that certainly was unexpected." he said to himself. He then stepped over the door leading to the room. He saw Mick fast asleep in his bed.

'There is no humane way that a person could sleep through that. How does he do it.' Miles thought to himself. He sighed.

"Mick! Michael! Get up!"

Mick just rolled over to the other side of the bed and continued snoring. Miles buried his forehead into his hand.

'OK. You leave me no choice...' Miles then went to the on suite bathroom in the hotel room. He picked up a small towel and run it under some cold water. After it was soaked, he wrung it, balled it up and walked over to the bed. Edgeworth then pitched it like a baseball into Mick's face.

SLAP!

Mick then shot up at a right angle. "What wassat?" he said in a drowsy voice.
"Ah, good to see your up."

Mick yawned then buried his face into his hands. "How did you get in?"
"Well lets just say that your door wasn't very secure, by which I mean that it wasn't attached to the door frame."
"Ah yeah. I remember. I had to knock it down cos I was locked in."

Miles crossed his arms. He then saw a wooden chair near the bed. He went to sit on it...only for it to collapse under his weight and turn into something resembling matchsticks."

"I wouldn't sit on that if I were you. I used it to wrench the door open. Its kinda broke."

Miles got up rubbing his lower back. "Thanks for the pre-emptive warning..." he growled.
"No problem mate. Anyway, what's the time?"
"Time for you to get up. Come on. Shift it."
"All right, All right."

Mick got up, gathered a few clothes and made his way to the bathroom. He then locked the door. Miles, now fully recovered from his short trip to the floor used the opportunity to check the possessions that Mick was carrying.

'He doesn't have a suitcase, so he can't have much luggage...' He made his way to Mick's trench coat. 'I wonder what's in here?' In one pocket he found a pair of sunglasses. In another he found a badge. He opened it up.

Michael Halberd Edgeworth
Thames Valley Police
Detective
"Working in Partnership for a Safer Community."

With this was a photo and a badge. The badge was different from the ones carried by the local police groups. It was smaller and had less of a shine. Miles placed the badge back in the pocket he removed it from and continued searching. He also found several rubber bands, paper-clips and a razor. Whilst searching the inside pockets he found a small club.

'A truncheon I believe. How the hell did you manage to get that past airport security?'

Miles returned it and searched the last pocket.

"You know, in my country it's quite rude to search through peoples personal belongings." said Mick who had emerged from the bathroom with wet hair.

"Its a good thing I did, or I wouldn't have found these." Edgeworth said revealing a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

Mick looked stunned and scratched the back of his head. "So you found them huh?"
"You do realise that smoking is bad for you."
"So is drinking..."

Miles raised an eyebrow. "You don't drink... do you?"
"Of course not. Well...except on holidays...and Christmas...and birthdays...and meals out...and some weekends..."

Miles sighed. "Your country's liberal attitude on drinking and smoking laws are going to get you killed." He threw the lighter and smokes to Mick who caught them.

"Meh." was his only response. He then put his hat and trench coat on. "Well I'm ready. Lets roll."

Miles looked him up and down. "This is all you have?"

Mick shrugged "I didn't exactly have time to pack. I'll call someone to send my stuff over from home later."
"...I see."

A few minutes and a swift argument about who should pay the room bill at reception later and Mick and Miles were outside near the car.

"Mick?"
"Yes?"
"Why does the receptionist not like you?"
"Who the arrogant French git at the desk?"
"...Yes lets go with that.."

Mick smiled. "I went down to complain about the water not running in my room the other day. He called me a nuisance like all British people. I called him a cheese eating surrender monkey."

Miles raised an eyebrow. "That was mature..."
"Yep, just like cheddar. Hey this your car?"

Miles nodded. Mick whistled. "Not bad..."

They both got in. Mick looked around the interior. "This must have cost a pretty penny or two."

Miles smiled "Well...a little." He pulled out of the parking bay. It was quiet as he was driving up the street. Miles sighed inwardly. He was terrible at small talk and Mick was quite a secretive guy behind the outgoing attitude he displayed.

"So..." started Miles. 'Come on. He's your son. What do dads usually talk about..'
"Hows life?"
"Pretty good. You?"
"Yes, its going well."
'That was...terrible.' Miles thought

"Franziska's doing well..."

Mick looked up "Really? Haven't seen her in a while. What she up to now?"
"Same old. Oh, and the small matter of being a mother."

Mick was opened mouth for a while then smiled. "Really? Who's the 'lucky' guy?"
"Why do you assume it's a guy?"

Mick's mouth fell lower this time. He shook his head. "I need a drink. I never knew she was a dyke."

Miles' eye twitched. "Real creative use of the English language there." He said sarcastically.

"Is she happy?"
"Happiest she's been in years."
"Well that's all that really matters."
"Too true."
"She got me this hat you know."
"Really?"
"Yeah after I became a Detective. Said the hat went perfectly with the trench coat. I personally thinks it makes me look like I'm missing from a Dickens novel but whatever." They both chuckled after this.

"Talking about families," continued Mick "How's your love life?"

Miles gulped. He didn't like the path this conversation was going.

"Let me guess," said Mick "You're going out with that blue suited guy."

Miles nearly careered off the road into a street lamp.
"Mick. No. Just... no."
"Really, so its the red suited guy."

Miles looked to his side and saw the evil grin on Mick's face.

"You know full well I'm not gay."
"Could of fooled me in the get up you usually wear."
"The suits are not pink..."
"Hey I'm pulling your leg, calm down." Mick smiled normally again. "So you got any partners?"

"No..." Miles grumbled "Been busy. How about you?"

Mick shrugged. "All the women on the force are much older than me and before that at college when they learned that you were my father they were more interested in the bank account then me." Mick shook his head. "Materialistic bitches. Can't have a good relationship with them." Miles smiled.

'He's a smart boy.'

"About your education" started Miles "I heard you took your exams early, then passed them, which is good. But then you only did a year of the law course. Next thing I hear, you drop out and became a detective. How did that occur?"

"By accident."
Miles just laughed. "Well good to know my money on education was well spent. If I heard that from anyone else, I wouldn't believe them. But from you, that is the only reasonable deduction I can come up with."

"Cheers. You really make me feel good about myself, you know that?" Mick said. His face became serious. "Thanks by the way..."
"For what?"
"For everything."

Miles shook his head. "Don't be stupid. It was all my pleasure."

Miles turned a corner and parked his car.

"Here we are." he said prompting him and Mick to get out. Miles lead the way. He opened the door via swipe card. "After you." He watched Mick go in. He then followed and hung his coat up. He then noticed Mick standing there eyes wide open observing the large and well decorated apartment.

"So, what do you think of the place?" said Miles

Mick turned around "I think the words I'm looking for rhyme with Duck Me."