"Trucy, you're right. I think it's time to get the facts from our client."

Trucy lit up like a Christmas tree, glowing with relief, happiness-

"I'll continue investigating with Detective Atticus, Clopin and the rest of the staff. Sis, visit our client for me and gather whatever information you can. Report back to me whenever you're all done. Anything you find out will help us, so give it your best, like a true Gramarye!"

Trucy fell to her knees with a long sigh.

This time, on 'The Heart of a Turnabout':

Apollo has asked Trucy to visit his newest client! With a heavy heart, Trucy agrees to Apollo's wishes-but what truth will she find in Prosecutor Gavin's cell? All of that and more, next!

My name's Trucy Wright! I help Daddy, Sis and Big Baby Brother at the Wright Anything Agency. I'm also a magician! I know all sorts of tricks, and like any other Gramarye, I hit the stage with spirit, speed and ferocity!

I don't know any magic tricks to make any of this better, though. No matter how much I want to help Polly and Klavier, there's nothing I can pull out of my magic panties that'll help anything.

It hurts, feeling like a pebble when your family's being swept out to sea. I can't even believe any of this is happening. Prosecutor Gavin's been arrested for murder when he's the kindest, sweetest guy I know. The sweetest human being ever! Who could have accused him of doing such a horrible crime? Who could have accused him of any crime? It's like I'm helping Polly defend a butterfly in court, just for spreading her wings!

Daddy believes I can take care of things while he's gone. Right before he left with Sis, I promised him I would. I promised him Polly would be left in good hands. I think I've broken that promise, though. Polly's hurting and there's nothing I can do to help him. Nothing I can do to reach him. Klavier's hurting too. I haven't seen him yet, but I know he is. I just know it. That's why I'm afraid of seeing him. I'm afraid of seeing that wonderful, kind human with a broken heart.

That's why Polly doesn't want to see him either. He's afraid of what will happen if he sees Klavier locked up in a dungeon.

So if there's nothing else I can do, no other way for me to help my brother, the least I can do is visit Klavier. Find out what really happened! Find out any way to put an end to this nightmare!

My name's Trucy Wright. I'm a magician and an attorney's assistant. I'm also someone that will fight for her family, no matter what!

She traveled down the halls of the detention center, unaccustomed to being alone after spending several hours in the company of her brother and Detective Atticus. No longer was she a part of the Kit Kat Lounge's clamor-in its place was the deafening chatter of the detention center, cold and cruel, reminding her of how she stood at the edge of the universe with her brother. Reminding her of how even the slightest step in the wrong direction could result in immediate tragedy.

Officer Meekins was leading her. For what felt like the first time in ages, she was alone, on her way to see a client. Not just any client, though. It was someone she considered a friend, someone truly precious. Sacred. Worth far more than any amount of treasure. Just thinking of how the accusations were hurting him had tears burning her eyes. Her friend had already been through so much, and there they all were, standing on universe's edge. That very same friend facing murder charges.

Officer Mike Meekins stopped at the side of a cell, then announced the end of their journey with a hearty blow to his megaphone. Trucy couldn't help but give off a bittersweet smile, reminded of a certain detective and the whistle around his neck. "Here we are, ma'am," the officer declared, indicating the cell with a flashy flourish of the hands.

"You'll find the culprit in here, ma'am! Take your time with the investigation, ma'am, and let me know if you need anything!"

He gave her a gentle slap on the back, unlocked the cell and soon vanished. Trucy stood stock still, feeling as though she had been left in an icy cold void. A void she became familiar with, just a short while ago, having lost her first world to a nightmare she had no way of stopping. Apollo's last smile to her flashed in her mind's eye, reminding her of how he had hidden himself from the man she was about to see. Remembering she was on a quest for her brother, she took a deep breath with her hands over her heart, and stepped inside.

The second she stepped inside, though, she shut her eyes. Even darker, greater cold settled into her body with a violent thrust. She couldn't look at their client. She couldn't. She-

-had to fight. Promised herself she'd fight for the ones she loved.

Trucy opened her eyes, lifted her head and immediately felt as though she had been thrown off the universe's edge. There was a bundle in the corner of the cell, huddled into a ball. Familiar purple coat and all.

Her stomach threatened to violently rip itself from her insides and lunge out of her mouth. It was none other than Klavier, turned into a ball. Silent. Unmoving. Frightened. And in the blink of an eye, even colder frost slammed into her. A white-hot yet agonizingly cold wave swept over her, covering her from head to toe. Her voice was small, fearful.

"Klavier?"

Time crawled. Slowly he rose his head, an ephemeral glow of hope filling them but leaving just as quickly as it came. Sadness, overwhelming grief that incinerated her insides, flooded them. Eyes that were normally so gentle, so happy.

She stepped towards him, hands still clutching her heart. She walked towards the creature that could be broken at any second, if she even thought of drawing breath in the wrong direction. The sadness in his eyes burned straight through her, reminding her of the day she felt alone. Lost. Uncertain of anything the world had to offer.

Arrows struck her without mercy. He thought Polly would be with me. We're always together. And I can't imagine how badly he wants to see Apollo.

She tried to smile. Tried to keep up a happy, sunny smile. "It's just me, Klavier," she told her friend gently, eyes burning all the while. Insides burning, doused in pain. "Just me. Polly's at the Kit Kat Lounge investigating. With a lot of help too!"

The mere mention of the name 'Polly' sent a barrage of tears to Klavier's eyes. And it was at that moment something kicked into high gear for Trucy. A flame was lit in the recesses of her heart, mind and body. "We're getting to the bottom of things," she assured him, her voice adopting a new, iron-clad glow of determination. "We've already found a lot of clues that'll help us prove your innocence! We just need your help, Klavier."

She softened her voice considerably, not at all wanting to worsen his pain. "Can you tell me what happened? What really happened that night at the Kit Kat Lounge?"

Eyes overflowing with sadness, confusion and fear, Klavier shook his head. The decision to do so alarmed Trucy, but then he lifted his head and patted his throat. It didn't take even a second for her to realize what had happened. "You can't?" the young magician asked him, her voice even softer than morning's wind. Anger gave her a violent stab to the heart.

"Your voice. Your voice is gone, isn't it?"

Feeling even smaller than a pebble in time's ocean, Klavier nodded. He then bowed his head, resigning himself to another wave of tears. In no more than a minute, though, Trucy rebounded. All of her tears gone, she replaced her sadness with bravery. The drive to end the nightmare. Memories of the prosecutor's warm, vibrant smile. "Eyes on me, please," she sang, revealing her one-of-a-kind magic panties. Klavier stiffened, recognizing the line as the opening to her magic show. What exactly was she planning to do?

Phoenix Wright's daughter put on her biggest, brightest smile. "Thank you for being here, good sir! In return for your support, I will put on the greatest show you've ever seen! Prepare to be dazzled, Gramarye style! One, two, three!"

With every number she tapped her wand against her panties. From them she pulled a bouquet of red roses. She handed the bouquet to the blushing, tearful prosecutor, then continued with the show. "Prepare to enter the unknown," she murmured in mock fear. "For it is I, Trucy Gramarye-Wright, that will lead you into the unknown! I will need YOUR help, though. You, and ONLY you, can lead me to the light of truth! Can you do it, sir?"

"Great," she sang a second later, bopping a confused yet thoroughly engaged Klavier on the nose. She giggled, eyes alive with magic.

What I'm doing is already working! Klavier's already feeling a little better! I just have to do my best!

As she continued her show, her face became alive with expressions that suited her words. Her tone strengthened the environment, transporting her lone audience member into an entirely different world. "For our first trip into the unknown, we must solve the mysteries of a dark and stormy night. Were you at all present in the storm brewing behind the stage?" she asked, whipping up tiny storm clouds with her magic wand. Klavier nodded, clutching the bouquet of roses to his chest.

"Do you remember anything about the storm?"

The prosecutor shook his head. Before sadness could overwhelm him again, Trucy continued, the fire even greater in her heart. All right. We're making progress! Klavier doesn't remember anything that happened, which means HE must've been drugged by one of the guys!

With her wand, she turned the clouds into balls of starlight. "When the stage was set, was it just you and your guitar? Were you carrying anything else into the unknown?"

Klavier shook his head vehemently, sending an even greater smile across her face. No weapon! There wasn't one planted on him or his bag, either!

"Were you in the shadows before the lights went on?"

Another passionate shake of the head. Forgetting the tone of the show for a moment, Trucy shrieked with glee. "So you were on stage the whole time? Awesomeness," the young woman cheered, then gave another shout of glee. She clasped a hand over mouth and was about to apologize, but then she saw the smile on Klavier's face. It was frail, but a smile nonetheless.

Great! All I've got to do is keep going!

But then sadness swept over him again. Klavier shook his head just as passionately as before, sending arrows of worry into the young woman's heart. "So you were in the shadows?" she asked softly, not at all revealing her alarm.

Okay. Time to take another route.

With her wand, she created pools of fog. "Your memories are enshrouded in the fog of the unknown, good sir. Can you tell me how that happened? How your eyes were cast into the cloudy darkness?"

He wavered between shaking his head and nodding for a moment, then chose the latter.

Trucy's voice became much softer. It became the voice of a much older, wiser woman. "Stay with me, sir. I'll lead you out of this nightmare. Don't be afraid, now. It'll be all right. I just need you to clear the storm with me. Did you at any point become a part of the storm? Was your heart at all unsettled by the darkness brewing within the lounge?"

The prosecutor nodded instantly, hugging the roses.

So he did argue with Alto Cantanta. I can definitely imagine it, Klavier being such a perfectionist and egging him on. Especially with talking about how the other band members were bullies to Klavier.

Trucy used her wand to create arrows of light that pierced the fog. "There were others exploring the darkness with you, sir. Did they hurt you? Did they try to send you deeper into that darkness?"

More nods.

"What about the one that disappeared into the darkness, sir? Did he want to cast you deeper into the darkness?"

Even more nods, but then something else happened. Klavier's eyes became alive with alarm. So did his body movements. Abandoning the tone of the show for a moment, Trucy watched as he tried to speak but couldn't, then patted his heart. "What is it?" she asked, heart racing at the speed of light. "What are you trying to tell me, Klavier? Calm down, it's okay, just take it one step at a time."

Frustration cast itself onto his face, childlike and adorable despite how frail he had become. She giggled at the familiar look and began to glow over how he was able to express something other than sadness. With an all-too familiar pout, he used hand movements to express singing. "Singing, you're singing," Trucy said excitedly, eyes twinkling. He then did something she knew just as well as she knew her name-the air guitar. Something he did quite often, being a part of-

"The Gavineers! Klavier, was Alto Cantanta a part of the Gavineers?! Maybe one of your backstage members?!"

Klavier shook his head with a gentle frown. He then formed a heart with his hands. Afterwards, it was back to the air guitar. Love and the air guitar. She had to put two and two together. "Was he a fan of the Gavineers?" Trucy asked, and immediately got the expression she wanted.

"Did he know one of the band members?"

The prosecutor nodded with a smile that reminded her of the first Christmas tree she lit with Daddy. "Let me take a shot in the dark at this," Trucy went on, tapping her chin with her wand. "Did he know ?"

Klavier's nodding lifted a world off her shoulders. "Did any of Mr Cantanta's friends personally know the Gavineers? Daryan or any of the other members?"

The number 'two' went up. So a grand total of three Twilights that knew Klavier's old band.

Astounding progress.

"But then…why…if they were all against you, why would they sacrifice one of their own? Were they hot in the pursuit of vengeance, even at the cost of one of their own friends?"

The look in her friend's eyes set off even more lights on her chosen path. Quickly she took an assessment of the puzzle pieces she had gathered. Vengeance was a card on the table. No weapons were planted on Klavier's person or even in his bag. His memory was cloudy, which could easily be used to end the case in the worst way imaginable, but was a friend of Daryan Crescend's. There were a total of three band mates that knew of the Gavineers, all of them possibly hating Klavier and wanting revenge against him for what had happened to the band. He may or may not have been behind the stage to commit the murder. And who turned off the lights? Who went through the trouble of stabbing him, then strangling him?

Trucy drew a heart of light with her wand, then blew it out at Klavier. "You're doing great, Klavier," she told him, eyes ablaze with warmth he had forgotten. "Keep it up! We can do this! Together we'll uncover the truth, just you wait! Did any of the other band members fight with ? Did they not like him?"

His eyes rose to the ceiling for a moment, immersed in thought. He then nodded with a bittersweet smile.

Trucy scowled. "What kind of band was that, anyway? Sounds like it was a huge mess!"

If his voice hadn't been stolen, Klavier would've laughed. Her heart swelled over the look on her friend's face. She decided to keep the light tone going, putting on an expression of mock anger. "Why did you even agree to play with them? You didn't need them, you know. You could've put on your own show! In People Park, or in the middle of traffic, and it would've been a smash hit! You know what? Maybe you deserve this! You were stupid enough to think you needed their help and you never did! That's your crime, Prosecutor Gavin. You're guilty of stupidity! Stupidity to the tenth degree!"

A cauldron of emotions rose in eyes that had been stained with so much tears. There was happiness, immeasurable gratitude, longing for someone he wanted to see more than he needed to breathe. Sadness. But there was also a light. A gentle yet strong light that read:

'Please set me free. I know you can do it.'