Daylight was too bright to describe the coldness in the detention center. Apollo never really took notice of the cold when he visited his clients in prison, but somehow he did now. Nerves had killed the heat, he was meeting his biological father for the first time at twenty-three. Although, Maya, Phoenix, Iris, Thalassa and Trucy was at his side, he was still nervous and his mother and half-sister could see it. They both held onto his hand as a sign of support. When Trucy felt his sweaty palms she held onto him tighter.

"So you're Diego's son?" Maya asked in shock.

"Yeah."

"You know you're lucky too see him," Maya said happily. "Your biological father's still alive. And at least you'll get a chance to see him. Mine died when I was younger and I don't know what happened to Pearly's uncle..." The Fey women seemed to have always end up marrying jerks. "Diego might be able to be himself again. He's still calling himself Godot."

"So what brings you here Miss Fey?" Apollo asked. "And how do you know him?"

"I have to channel Mia for him," Maya replied. "Because Mia was his girlfriend. I usually do it when I visit him." She too kind, for someone who had killed her mother.

"You can actually do that?" Apollo asked in shock.

"I've seen it happen," Phoenix confirmed and continued with: "it's all true. I've seen it with my own eyes."

Finally, they had reached Godot's cell. The guard opened up the gates and there stood Godot, exactly how he was in the recent picture; cold, weary and full of despair. The cell stunk of caffeine exhaling from Godot's mug. Phoenix walked over to him with a smile on his face. "Your son's here to see you Godot," he said.

Godot slammed his coffee down and roared: "I'll decide if he's my son."

Phoenix moved backwards, as Apollo stepped forward. Godot's hands snuggled up to the coffee mug. The piercing light from his visor made him look intimidating. Trucy caught up, still holding onto his hand. All that was heard was footsteps mixed with Godot's gulping. "Hey there," Trucy waved at Godot and both she and Trucy sat around the table with Godot.

"You're little Miss Wright huh?" he asked, slamming his empty mug on the floor.

"That's me!" Trucy nodded.

Godot clicked his fingers and Larry passed over another cup of coffee. Larry gasped as he stared at Trucy. "So son," he said to Apollo. "How do like your coffee?" The first question he asked his son was strange. Then again, he heard Godot drank at least over twenty cups of coffee per day.

"Oh my god Lucy it's you!" Larry shrieked out.

"It's Trucy," Phoenix corrected.

"Great to see ya though," Larry shook Trucy's hand.

"Hey Butsy!" Godot sudden boom shook Larry. "Extra filled mugs, bring some milk and sugar just in case." His heard moved around watching everyone around him. "I wanna speak to my son alone."

"Can Trucy stay?" Apollo requested.

"Little Miss Wright can stay if she wants," Godot replied.

"We'll be outside if you need anything," Phoenix said. He left with Thalassa and Maya, leaving the bars wide open until Larry returned with the extra coffee and mugs.

"I didn't even know you existed," Godot admitted. "I thought Thalassa was bullshitting when she told me about you being my son. It's been over twenty years since I last saw her. I've only just remembered her."

"In London?" Apollo asked. So far things were not looking too good, but Apollo was going to get the truth – even if it was painful.

"Yes," Godot responded, "in the city of London. I'm assuming she told you this, but she was married at the time."

"She told me last night," Apollo said.

"Let's have a look at that bracelet," Godot requested. Apollo gave out his arm and his father inspected the bracelet. "I bought your mom that bracelet from Candem Market. She's passed it onto you. How long have you been wearing it?"

"For a long time really," Apollo answered. "I always liked it for some reason and I've never left the house without it. Sometimes it helps me though the trials."

"Wright mentioned something strange about the bracelet."

"Hey guys here's the coffee!" Larry announced pushing a trolly and leaving it next to Godot.

"Come quicker next time we have guests," scolded Godot. Larry closed the gate and locked it so Trucy, Apollo and Godot had some privacy.

"So is Little Miss Wright you're girlfriend or your sister?" Godot asked with a tone of curiosity.

"Both," Trucy whispered. "But Mom, Mommy Iris and Daddy can't know."

"I never really thought of us as a relationship..." Apollo confessed. He blushed, blanketing his face with hands. Why did Trucy have to tell his father that?

"Ha! Liar!" Godot smirked and continued talking with,"Little Miss Wright's the real deal when it comes to magic, particularly when it comes to the bedroom."

"WHAT!" Apollo shrieked out.

"Noticed how Polly doesn't flat out say no?" Trucy asked. Her hat pointed sideways as she giggled.

Godot replied, "I sure do. And luring your brother to the bedroom not only takes a lot of guts but also a lot magic." A grin was left on his face. "Not even I would dare to seduce my sexy relatives."

"The first time we did it, we didn't know were related until afterwards."

"Oh really?" Godot asked. "And does Thalassa, Daddy Wright and Mommy Iris know about this?"

"No they don't," Apollo replied as he nodded in unison with Trucy.

"Don't worry Polly-Pocket," Godot whispered, flinging his mug around. "You're secret is safe with me. So anyway, Polly-Pocket when's your next trial?"

"On Thursday," Apollo replied. "The defendant's my friend Wocky and it's a retrial. Last time I lost the trial big time against Franziska Von Karma."

"I can't stand women like her," Godot admitted.

"I hate her guts too," Trucy added. "She hurt him till he was unconscious. "Apollo was more focused on his father's coffee drinking. He had never seen a man consume so much coffee in his life, let alone contain so much in prison.

"That defendant, any chance you mean that gangster wannabe who has his hair shaped as a fox?" Godot asked.

"Yeah, that's him. Wocky."

"He won't last another minute," Godot told him. "He acts tough, but he's secretly a teddy bear."

"He's also Pearl's boyfriend," added Trucy. "She's gonna be our deadly weapon for the trial."

"You better be good to Pearl," Godot nodded as he spoke, "unless you want to piss Maya off."

"Now you mentioned Maya," Apollo just remembered something, "how close were you to her? Mom said you killed a woman named Misty Fey, and that you loved her daughter."

Godot became silent for a few seconds and unable to drink his coffee. He stared down to the floor, then looked up to his son and said, "Maya Fey is her daughter, but she wasn't the one I loved. I had to try and protect her for my sake and for Mia's memory. Mia Fey was the woman I loved. She's dead as a doornail now, but I can still speak to her."

Apollo just remembered that Maya had already mentioned Mia not long ago.

"How can you talk to the dead?" Trucy asked.

"You know about Kurain Channeling Technique?"

"No idea," admitted Apollo. Trucy just gave a blank scare. "I know the Feys were spirit mediums, but that's all I know. "

"Maya channels Mia so I can speak to her." Godot filled up his mug again. "You might see her in the act today."

"You sure do drink a lot of coffee Dad," Apollo said. Apollo had only just finished his first mug. He had lost count how many cups his father had drank already. Godot responded with a grin as gulped down his coffee in two gulps and served himself another mug. Trucy and Apollo sat there amazed. "I don't drink if often only around four cups a week."

"Only four cups a week?" Godot gasped. "I already went crazy spending over a year without coffee."

"How much coffee do you drink a day?" Apollo asked, trying to hide his shock.

"How many cups of darkness I drink daily I don't know," Godot replied. He held the mug in pride up to his chin. "I do know that I always seventeen cups per trial." Apollo's forehead banged onto the table and his legs dropped to the floor. Godot looked over and chuckled, "what's up with you Polly-Pocket? You need your coffee more dark?"

"A SON? He never told me anything about a son!"

"Mia, he's only just found out."

"Anyway Nick it's been a while," Mia said, and a smile curled on her lips. Mia Fey was Phoenix's mentor. "You've sure had a rough time and I'm pretty glad you're retaking the exam."

"Eight years go pretty fast," Phoenix mumbled. Mia Fey was Phoenix's mentor. She was murdered ten years ago by blackmailer, Redd White. Thanks to Maya's channeling skills, Mia was still able to contact Phoenix during trials. He wasn't quite sure how she would react if she found out that her office had changed into an agency. He hadn't seen Mia nor heard of Mia since getting disbarred. Seeing Mia not angry at him was a pleasant surprise.

"All of this family thing seems pretty complicated,"Mia commented on the situation. "You're such a trouble magnet, Nick."

"Trouble can be fun sometimes," Phoenix replied.

"How was it Apollo?" Thalassa asked the minute he stood out of the cell.

"It was all right," Apollo answered. "No idea how he drinks so much coffee."

"Probably pees it out," Phoenix chuckled. Then everyone glared at him.

"Phoenix..." growled Apollo, gritting his teeth. "That's one mental image about Dad I DO NOT WANT!"

"Sorry," Phoenix muttered, but still secretly laughing.

"Daddy's always full of dirty jokes," Trucy pointed out to the group.

"I have heard some of them," Iris giggled. Now all eyes were on her as well.

"I better go in," Mia decided as she walked into the cell. Still confused by the strange look Apollo and Trucy was giving her. She wasn't sure weather it was because of the cleavage or the fact she was a dead women in her sister's body. And once again her eyes met with her lover. His cup was full but he was just staring at the mug watching the steam dance around in the cell. Godot consumed himself in darkness for so long, that he refused to call himself Diego Armando. It was suppose to be an uplifting scene, he was suppose to grin – but he didn't. "D-Diego..."

"Even in death you still want to see me," Godot muttered. "You are a committed kitty."

"Good thing my sister's the Master of Kurain then."

"Sure is a blessing," Godot nodded.

"You're not drinking your coffee," she told Godot with her arms folded. "Not usually you. So what do you think about your son then?"

"He needs to drink more coffee," Godot murmured. "Apart from that, he looks like he's grown into a fine lad. Maybe one day he'll be as good as you." Mia blushed at his comment, and knew exactly what he meant. "No really, you were a very good lawyer. I hope my Polly-Pocket is as good as you were. I've defiantly passed on my good looks."

"He does share your favorite color," Mia commented. "All that red he's wearing."

"A shame I can't see red on white," Godot said. At last he drank some of his coffee. "This is a little cold."

"You were staring at it for ages," Mia responded, shrugging her shoulders.

"The point is Kitty," Godot started to consume grief and surrender to his sorrows. "I'm a broken man. I've had a son I've had no idea about for over twenty years. Been poisoned by a bitch, I was unable to protect you and I killed your mom. Iris suffered the consequences and I pinned it all on Wright. Now I've been in and out on death row and now I realize I've had something to live for, without even knowing him."

"You would have been a good father," Mia praised him. She held onto his free hand, leaned over and kissed him.

"If I got the chance, yes," Godot muttered quietly. "I don't think he needs me anymore. I'm gonna be executed one day. He'll be fine without me."

"They might let you out on compassionate grounds," Mia suggested. "You should check that out. You and Apollo need to spend some time together, outside prison."

"Kitty," Godot helplessly whispered. "I don't know if I should respect Thalassa or loath her. She abandoned Polly-Pocket and never told me she was pregnant. She lost my email address."

"What Thalassa did doesn't matter anymore," Mia thought. "Just think about doing a good father to Apollo."

"I'm not sure how I can..." Godot admitted.

"You know," Mia responded with enthusiasm. "Writing letters, communicating, let him visit you and see if you can get released on compassionate grounds. Getting set free now won't be easy, but it will be worth a go. You can have your son fight for your freedom together!"

"But Kitty I don't deserve freedom," Godot replied in a deep voice of bitter cold darkness. "Nor do I deserve to be a father."

"Don't think like that!" demanded Mia. She slammed her arm on the table then grabbed onto his arm. "You've been a lot of help to me, Diego. I'm not going to let you think like this. If you're gonna die, at least die happy I can't bare the thought of you dying unhappy."

"Kitty...Mia..." was all that Godot could spit out.

"Even after my mom died, I still believed in you. You were saved that day and I believed one day you'd be the Diego Armando I knew and loved."

"You know something Mia?" His bitter tone had lightened up. "Your words have made my day."

Mia smiled and claimed another kiss from Diego. "Finally, you're getting your senses back."

"I might not be a free man yet, I might not ever be," Godot grinned as he spoke, "but I sure do feel free."