"This is Dr. Drecina! Look!"

Wright peeked at the picture, and he agrees. Det. Gumshoe also agrees. They, including Freeman, were shocked.

"Mr. Freeman! Do you know this man?"

"N-n-no! Why would I know him?"

Edgeworth sensed something strange. But he let it pass by. Then, the police arrived, detaining Freeman. He looked at Edgeworth's eyes. He wants to deliver a message to him. He wants Edgeworth to save him.

"Don't worry," he said, and he seemed to get Freeman's message.

He smiled as he was taken away from the crime scene.

"Now you know," Wright said. "That eyes… Did you also get that message?"

"Yes, but, why?"

"It's an instinct."

"I still don't understand."

"What part didn't you understand?"

"Everything. I mean, was he telling the complete truth?"

"Honestly, I think no."

"As I thought. Will you help me?"

"Sure. But Ms. Ayers will be your partner here."

"Why her?"

"She's special. Remember that. Let's first discuss things together, Miles."

"What things?"

"About this case. I'll have Alexa to be the defense attorney in this case."

"I'm reminding you, you'll be a witness for this case."

"Of course. That's why I want to discuss things with you two."

"Alright. You call her. We will meet up at Carla's. You know that, right?"

"Ahh, I smell already the aroma of the espresso that they make. Sure, it's a deal."

"3:00 in the afternoon. See you there."

"But what about me, Sir?" Gumshoe suddenly budges in the conversation.

"You stay here," Edgeworth commanded. "Continue the investigation."

"Alright, Sir!"

They left the room. They used the elevator, and went down. They exited the hotel. They separated ways. Edgeworth drove towards his residence at Paix Homes. He was tired, and he went straight to his room, and slept. "Zzz…"

Several minutes later, he enters dreamland.

He was walking at the street near Abralim Hotel, and he saw Mr. Alden fire at a thief. He ran, but he slipped, causing him to tumble down. He rose up, and he dusts off his clothes. But he noticed that his clothes changed; it suddenly became a hospital gown. Then he also noticed that he was in the hospital; precisely, at the operating room. He saw Dr. Drecina cutting off Mr. Alden's lung passages. As he saw it, he suddenly sat down because of shock. The scene changed again. Now he sits on a bench at a park, where he sees Dr. Drecina and Freeman talking. The doctor gave a letter to Freeman. Then he stood up. After that, he was transferred into another scene. He stood at Wright's kitchen, and he saw him mashing castor beans. Then he peeked at what he was doing, and the scene was changed again. He was standing at the door of Room 3820, and he was peeking through the glass at the door. He saw Molly open a letter, and a small box, containing a bottle. It seemed to be a package from someone. While peeking at the door, it suddenly opened, causing him, again, to fall. He stood up, and then, the scene changed again. He is inside Room 3820. It was dark. Then he noticed a person at Molly's bed. He was strangling her, and she is forced to swallow something. After that, the girl died. The man went to the kitchen to get a knife, and stabbed her softly at the stomach. She bled. Then, the man noticed his presence, and suddenly threw the knife towards him. He screamed. "Aaaaaaaaah!"

He woke up from his terrible dream. He got out of the bed, and went to the faucet. He washed his face, and stared at his reflection at the mirror. Then, he looked at his wristwatch. "Wha- It's 2:45 PM already! I must hurry!"

He went to the shower for a quick bath, and then he wore his usual outfit. Then he hurried to the coffee shop. He arrived there at exactly 3:00 PM. "Hah, just in time."

Wright and Ayers were already inside the café. He went inside, and sat beside them.

"You're a little late," Ayers expressed a greeting.

"Sorry," Edgeworth apologized. "I had a little nap."

"You tired from the investigation, eh?" Wright said.

"Yeah, quite so."

"Well then, let's start the discussion."

"Let's order first, shall we?"

They called the waiter. Ayers ordered a mochacinno frappe, Wright and his usual grape juice, and Edgeworth with his chamomile tea. The waiter listed it all on his little notepad, and went away.

"So Dr. Drecina, again, was involved in this case?"

"Exactly. Did Phoenix explain to you everything?"

"Yes, quite a bit. But what exactly are your thoughts on this?"

"You know, while I'm napping earlier, I've had a dream. A terrible dream. It showed me all the things that I thought happened."

He told them about his dream. Some parts were shocking, but all in all, they were entertained about how his dream looked like. Alexa was laughing.

"Don't laugh please," Edgeworth said embarrassingly.

"Don't mind me, it's just fun. But anyway, which of those scenes didn't seem right to you?"

"The part when Dr. Drecina gave a letter to Mr. Freeman, and the killing scene at Molly's room. Those scenes don't quite match all of the information we've got."

"Yes, according to Mr. Freeman, which Phoenix told me, that he doesn't know anything about Dr. Drecina, yet you saw them together in your dream."

"That's what I thought. Or maybe it was just a dream."

"But what's wrong about the killing? Mr. Freeman did admit that he killed you cousin, right?"

"Yes, but why did the killer enforce my cousin to swallow something? Is it poison? Is it ricin? Is it him; the doctor?"

"It maybe poison, because you said that your cousin died after she swallowed that thing you mention in your dreams."

"Another question: why did the killer stab her now that she's dead? To cover up for the poisoning?"

"That's possible."

"Anyway, are you now officially the defense attorney of Mr. Freeman?"

"Yes."

"That's excellent. Did you already visit him at the detention center?"

"Not yet. He is still in questioning. Tomorrow will do."

"When is the trial?"

"The next day after tomorrow."

"Oh. Then I must collect all the data that I need for the trial."

"But there is one thing that I, or we, want to ask you."

"What is it?"

"I request you not to reveal information about Dr. Drecina at the trial until my signal. You may mention him, but not his full identity. I will say this to my client as soon as possible after I question him."

"But he won't admit that he has a connection to the doctor."

"I'll make him."

"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait, where will you go?"

"I'll go to my office to check out things."

"Alright, we'll stay here for a little bit longer."

Edgeworth left the coffee shop.