"C-come on." Maya takes my wrist and tugs on my arm. "Can we at least go find some food?"

I sigh, rubbing my forehead with my free hand without getting up. "That's a good idea..."

"C-cheer up!" Still tugging my arm, Maya tries to smile. "We're... We're supposed to be celebrating today, remember?"

I watch her for a second before looking down. "I appreciate it, Maya, but... I don't think I can."

Her thin veneer of cheer fades away until she's looking down, too. "Yeah... It's not really possible anymore, is it...?"

I shake my head.

She sits down next to me, and I put an arm over her shoulders. She hugs me before slumping back.

"Gumshoe...?" I start, looking over at him. He's still curled up, his arms around his folded legs and his chin on his knees. "Are you... doing okay?"

He doesn't look up. "I don't like this place. Can I go home?"

Exhaling, I lean against Maya a little. "Not anytime soon, I don't think."

He doesn't reply.

Trying not to start crying again, I look around. No one seems to be approaching us. I don't see any food around here, either. The place reeks of blood. There's still a huge puddle by the trap, and a few splashes around its other sides. The gears and things are still visible—I don't know if it will shut up again. I might never know if we could have noticed the trapdoor there. I'm sure it was well-hidden, at least.

The trees are thicker around here. This is pretty much a corridor. I would expect a few good traps to be in here... But then again, they're pretty much everywhere.

I'm not sure how long we sit here before a jabberjay lands in a branch overhead.

"This dadgum camera ain't working right... I'll never get a shot of that lake mutt at this rate. Hmph. Maybe I'll be able to get a good look with my own two eyes next time it comes."

...Not much to get from that. It was Lotta, so that happened at least a couple of days ago. And there's a mutt in one of the ponds. Not really anything worth noting.

I wonder if the mutt got her. Maybe we can find the right pond—but we'll have to be careful. Yeah. Once we feel like running around again...

By evening, we just decide to walk back to our shelter from last night. It's a little too big now...

Gumshoe peeks inside while it's still light. Ducking back out, he watches us for a second before asking, "Which spot did Maggey sleep in?"

Maya and I exchange a look.

"I don't know." I clasp my hands together. "She probably switched around between watches... Or did she have the last one last night?"

"Yeah, she took the early morning watch." Maya looks down. "I don't remember where she was sleeping, though."

"Hmph!" Gumshoe frowns and goes back into the shelter, shuffling around for a minute before he comes back out and, with a roar, slams his foot into a tree.

"Eek!" Maya dodges a shower of leaves as I flinch and look up at Gumshoe, who's panting hard.

"G-Gumshoe! What are you doing?" You could have triggered a trap with that!

Still not looking too calm, he glares at the tree. "There's nothing left, pal. Nothing!"

"What...?" I lean back a little.

"Mr. Edgeworth at least left behind some notes in his own handwriting. But Maggey—we don't have anything left from her. I-it's like she was never even here!"

"That—" I stand up—"that's not true." She... certainly left a lot behind where she died, but I don't think that's what he wants to hear.

"Yeah." Maya pulls on my arm until she's made it to her feet. "Maybe there's nothing left to look at, but we know she was here. We're never going to forget, either. And that's the important part, right? She didn't leave behind any notes or things, but she still left a big impression on our hearts."

Gumshoe slumps. "Y-yeah... But I wish..." Sighing, he shakes his head and sits down.

I watch him for a second before turning away. "Yeah..."

We fade into a sad silence and stay there for a while. Then a jabberjay arrives. Mechanically, I get out the newspaper clipping and take Gumshoe's pencil without asking. He doesn't seem to notice.

So the handwriting at the top of this definitely belongs to Miles...

"You listen when I'm talking to you!" The shriek can only be Wendy's.

It's followed by silence.

"...I'm watching the clouds."

"Whippersnapper!" There's no response from the other girl before she continues. "You're just going to ignore me this whole time?!"

"Perhaps you didn't hear me. I'm watching the clouds. I'm not interested in talking to you."

Wendy shouts in rage. I can practically see her expression, whites of her eyes and all.

"Hmm?" The other girl still sounds unimpressed. Is it Dee?

"Feel like talking now?"

A sigh. "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes! Now, tell me about Jack, or I will take you down!"

"Hmph." Yeah, this is definitely Dee. Who else wouldn't be the least bit rattled facing a raging Oldbag? "...He was your district partner."

"I know that much, whippersnapper!"

"You should phrase your requests more carefully. After all, you claim to already know that I killed him. What new information do you hope to get from me?"

So Wendy thinks Dee killed Jack... She must have overheard the conversation with Sal, and... maybe some of ours? We were certainly chopping down the list of possible victims... Was Jack the only one left?

"A confession would be nice," hisses Oldbag.

"Confess what? That I killed him? How could I? You said yourself only Powers was strong enough to overpower him. I'm obviously quite a bit weaker."

"Well, I was mistaken! Not everyone here gets killed by someone with a higher score."

Dee pauses for a moment. "Perhaps not. Tell me, do you know anything about what Jack was doing during the bloodbath?"

"Getting supplies, of course! Food, weaponry—"

"What kind of weaponry?"

"I... I wasn't watching the whole time, whippersnapper! And he was... gone before I saw what he had on him."

An exhale. "He had a large spear."

"H-hold it! How do you know that!?"

"I have a tendency to pay attention to such things when my life is in danger."

"Oh. But—! You admit he was close to you!"

"Relatively." She sighs. "But you respect my testimony? That it's reasonable he was holding a spear?"

"Of course! Jack could wield any weapon with ease! I don't see why he wouldn't take a spear if it was close to him."

"That's all, then."

"What!? E-excuse me! What are you saying?"

"I'm saying it was impossible for me to have killed him. Big guy like that, armed with a hefty spear? I'm hardly foolish enough to try to attack someone like that. Likewise, it would have been impossible for me to defend myself. Or are you suggesting that I could wrench the spear out of his hands and stab him with it?"

"N-no, but..."

A sigh. "I think we're finished here. I saw Jack a bit before his death, and it was impossible for me to have killed him. If you'd kindly stop waving that knife in my face, I'll return to my own business and leave you to yours. I think we've wasted enough time on this."

It... sounds like she's avoiding something. Maybe she just wants to get away from Oldbag, but...

"U-ugh!" Wendy sounds like she's struggling for words—strange thought—but she doesn't come up with anything.

Just when I'm sure the recording is over, another voice rings out.

"Objection!"

Nearly dropping the pencil, I snap my gaze up to the jabberjay. Maya and Gumshoe look up, too.

"E-Edgey-boy?! You've come to help me...!"

W-wait, but... When was this!? I never heard this... Edgeworth never mentioned this happening before he met Gumshoe... But he wasn't alive that long—when did Oldbag change her mind about Will? What... What's going on here...!?

"Oh..." Wendy suddenly sounds disappointed. "Oh, it's just... W-whippersnapper! You get away from here!"

Another jabberjay...? Within the recording?

Dee quietly clears her throat. "May I go now?"

A huff. "...No! No, you may not!"

"I already told you everything. What do you expect to gain by talking to me longer?"

"I..." Oldbag pants. "I want to hear what exactly you were doing the whole time! From seeing Jack up to his cannon blasting!"

"Hmph. You understand the Games were just starting? I was rather full of adrenaline, so I can't recall every bit of it."

"Fine! Just tell me everything you remember!"

Dee sighs. "When the gong rang, I went for a full, carabiner water bottle some distance ahead. Sal was quite a bit behind me by then. I nearly tripped over something, but I still got the bottle. A cannon blew for someone. That's when I saw Jack with the spear. He was coming in my direction, so I ran. Sal kept up a little better that time. The pair of cannons sounded a while after I was outside the circle of starting plates. The end."

There's a pause.

"Is that sufficient? May I go?"

"N-no!" Wendy huffs. "What—what was it that you tripped over?"

"A sickle. The blade was sticking up, so I scratched my leg a bit." I assume she gestures to the cut. "Any other pointless details you'd like to know?"

"I... I... Ooh!" Wendy huffs and puffs for a minute, likely not lowering her knife. "H... H-hold it, whippersnapper! If you got such a nice water bottle, where is it now?"

"I... lost it. Dropped it along the way. When there are so many things to flee from around here, it's a common occurrence."

She...! She didn't sound so sure about that! Keep pressing, Wendy...!

"Didn't you say it had a carabiner clip? It's a little hard to just lose something like that—there's plenty of loops on our outfits to hang it off of! And—and none of yours look torn up!"

Dee inhales sharply.

"Ha! You never had that water bottle, did you, whippersnapper? You went for it, but you dropped it when Jack came for you!" She waits for a second, definitely smirking. "Or did you just drink up the whole thing along with the water inside? Hmm?"

"I... certainly didn't 'drink it up,' no. But even if I did drop the bottle before I left, how does that make any difference? Even with two hands free, I wouldn't have stood a chance against Jack."

"Well, you... You're stronger than you look! You got the spear out of his hands and stabbed him with it!"

"Hmph! Didn't you already say that was impossible? You may want to rethink your accusations."

"I mean... I mean...! Whippersnapper!"

Uh-oh. I think she's running out of ideas. But there's still one thing...

"You..." Wendy huffs. "You picked up that sickle and got him with it!"

Dee pauses. "He was looking right at me. Using a different weapon doesn't change the situation. I still wouldn't have been able to overpower him."

"But..." Oldbag exhales. "Okay. You didn't stab him. You weren't strong enough to."

"See? I told you I was innocent. What a waste of time for the both of us."

Wendy growls. "But it doesn't take as much strength to knock him off-balance!"

"What!?"

"You saw him coming for you, too fast for you to run away and too far from Manella to call him in to help. So you dropped your water bottle and defended yourself the only way you could—you pushed him at the right angle and knocked him off-balance! And poor Jack... Poor, poor Jack... fell right onto that sickle!"

There's such a long pause I wonder why the jabberjay still has its beak open.

"...You're smarter than you look, Wendy." Dee exhales. "Hmph. I lose. You win. It... was fun."

Oldbag swallows. "So you really did kill my Jack..."

"...Yes. I am guilty. It was me." Dee sighs. "You have your confession. Are you happy now?"

"M-my Jack..."

"That's all I have to say. I think I'll be leaving now."

"...No."

"E-excuse me?"

"No. You're... You're not going to be leaving!"

Wendy... no...

"...I was only acting in self-defense. It's nothing to kill me over..."

"It's... it's not, really." This is the quietest I've heard Oldbag's voice. "But... there aren't many of left now. If I'm going to have to start killing tributes... I might as well do it in Jack's memory."

"You—!"

The jabberjay cuts off, watching us for a moment before flying away.