"Do you think he knows? Do you think they know?"

"Well, maybe one of them may detect something, but they are far too oblivious to acknowledge it fully."

The mystery figure in the trilby looked back at the attorneys investigating the scene. Hidden in the darkness of the opposite side of the building, having a grand view of the scene ahead. "It's the girl, isn't it."

"I know… I know. But he hasn't even realized his new found ability." Regina inquired. "I need not worry, yet… and neither should you Cheshire."

"And what about the boy?" The dark suited man pointed to the red attorney. "That one?"

"Hmm…" she paused. "No. I can tell, he can't detect passed that handsome pokerface."

The man twitched by that word. He sneered. She looked back at the man, facing the other way, ignoring his troubles.

"That's not what I meant…" The black suited man assured.

"Then what did you mean?" Regina looked at him with suspicion.

"His…" the man motioned his free hand and spread his fingers before clenching it back into a fist.

"Oh...! Why are you worried?" She questioned him with intrigue, sensing apprehension in his action. "Are you...jealous?"

The man flinched, she sensed his true desire. He quickly rebutted, "N-No…"

A wicked smirk on her face. Oh she knew alright. She knew very well. Before torturing him more.

"Nor is this time to play games either…" He quipped with his cup.

An unamused stare etched onto her face before turning back to the scene. "I do have to thank him though. He did relieve me of my legal burdens."

"What are your plans now?" The dark suited man adjusted his goggles.

"We wait…" A moment passed before she begins, "I want him in his most comfortable state. Let him have his freedom. Examination is best done when they are in their natural habitat. It would bring more... information..."

They heard a weird tone reverberating for the horrendous scenery ahead of them. It was Phoenix's phone. "Pearls?"

The conversation ended as soon as it began and the attorneys soon left the redecorated alleyway.

"It will soon begin…"


L.A. Mall

September 5 11:53 a.m.


"No… this doesn't look like his size…" Trucy fiddled with a blazer in hand.

She placed the article of clothing back on a hanger. She stood there stumped on what size her father was when it came to the blazer. Trucy sat on the cushioned stool where people would normally sit on to try on shoes. She stared at all the other people around her, getting measured and bags brimmed with clothing.

She held the blue article of clothing in her hand, picturing her father all happy for her buying a new suit. She pouted in disappointment. 'I should've looked at what size he was… but it would've been really obvious what I was going to get him if I asked!'

Her arms folded and her light blue top hat covering her face. She laid back against a rack until she felt a tap on her shoulder. "No sleeping in the store, little one."

Trucy looked up, quickly shuffling her hat on her head and gazed at the lady standing above her. She had a delicate face with luscious hazel hair and a beautiful dress that accented with her feature. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I wasn't sleeping."

"Oh?" Her voice was soft and collected. "So why are you here? Why so mellow?" Her voice had a minor european accent.

"Well, I wanted to get a suit for my dad, but I don't know his size… kinda embarrassing." Trucy scratched her head.

The woman's eyes were wide. "Your father?" She swallowed.

"Yeah. My dad, the famous defense attorney, Phoenix Wright."

The woman's eyes were admiring Trucy's cute magician outfit. "Wow! You must be proud of him. And he must be very proud of you."

Trucy blushed a bit before boasting, "I sure am proud of my Daddy! I just really really want to get my dad a new suit. His old one got destroyed after that incident..."

"Phoenix Wright was in an incident?" The woman gave a very concerned look. Trucy covered her mouth in shock. She hadn't realized that the news about her father wasn't exactly public knowledge. The woman was still looking at Trucy, awaiting an answer from the magician.

"Well…" she was fiddling with rim of her hat, "It was a sudden thing, but he's okay now."

The woman smiled, "Well, if you don't feel comfortable talking about it, then there's no need to tell me." Her voice had a motherly touch of comfort. Trucy still stood in silence, slightly emotionally scarred after her knowing her father was actually hospitalized and would have been in a more dire state if he wasn't found by Apollo sooner.

The female standing in front of her broke the silence of the nervous magician in front of her. "Do you have an article of clothing with you? From your father?"

"Y-yeah!" The girl's demeanor changed as quick as a flash. The magician took out her wand. "Watch as I pull out the famous Ace Attorney's shirt before your very eyes!" She took out her magic panties and waved her wand over it flamboyantly, "Tada!"

Poof! One of Wright's shirt was in her hand. The woman applauded with a wide smile. "Wow! Reminds me of your fa-," she quickly stopped herself. "-mous magician I once knew!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Trucy bowed, her hat in hand. She placed her panties away before asking the woman, "What magician?"

The women paused, contemplating on her wording, "Well, I should say magician-s! The Troupe Gramarye."

"Oh! I know them!" Trucy shouted. "The famous Troupe Gramarye, with the bestest performances by magicians of the world!" Trucy jumped with giddy before coming to a halt. She lowered her head down before pronouncing her dejected words, "It's too bad they broke up… they were so amazing…" Trucy sighed. She suddenly remembered the time her father was murdered. His real name was Zak Gramarye, but his pseudo name was Shadi Enigmar. Killed by the slimy scumbag and forging defense attorney Kristoph Gavin who had Wright's badge removed after fooling him into presenting forged evidence for his own self satisfaction.

Trucy had a shape of disgust on her face from the memory, but she was brought down to earth by the gentlewoman, "maybe it was for the best."

Trucy looked at the woman, a bit confused by her words. "Let's use this shirt as a template for your father's size," the woman suggested.

Trucy's eyes glistened with excitement, "you'd really help me?!" Her hands were intermingled together against her chest with excitement. The woman laughed with her eyes closed, "Yes!"

"Oh boy!" Trucy was almost acting eight again as she handed white dress shirt to the friendly stranger. The woman turned around and glanced back at the section where the blazers were. She examined the tag within the shirt, a big "M" on the white strip and she looked back at the rack. "He's a medium. I think I can manage that. I'll just make an assumption of his size on the pants. He's similar size to my husband." The lady spoke with concentration still examining the shirt.

"You're married?" Trucy asked with curiosity.

The woman looked up, wondering what to say before answering her question. "Yes… he's gone now…"

"Oh… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean offend you…" Trucy looked down with regret.

"No. No. It is okay." The woman's face smiled back at her. "I'm not offended at all."

"I'm sorry." Trucy squeaked.

"There's no need, little one." Her voice was calm as an afternoon spring breeze.

Trucy looked at the woman, her face was still gleaming with care and kindness. "I know what my husband was in size. The pants may differ because he always wore a size smaller. But he was still a handsome man in my eyes."

Trucy listened attentively to the woman and eyed her every move as she measured the width of the shirt in ratio to the pants. "The width of the pants is normally in accordance to the width of the shirt, but about a size smaller." The woman placed a pair of blue slacks under the shirt. "Hmmm… this'll do."

The woman handed Trucy the pants, "Hold it up for me, please?" Trucy obliged, holding the pants above her head, hand tight on the hanger. The woman traced the pants according to shoulder length of the shirt and about a shirt and a half the length for the tallness of the pants. "He's no more than 5' 9". Maybe a little shorter." With an estimate size, the lady looked through the slacks and found an approximate size of what Wright may be, using her hands and fingers as instruments. "These are perfect!"

She handed Trucy the blue slacks. Trucy content and intrigued by the woman's measurements. She just proved furthermore that woman know their clothing and the men's department like the back of their hand. "Let's go look at the blazers!" Trucy interjected, wanting to see more of this woman's measurements like magic. She nestled the shirt between between two blue blazers. "Which looks better?" The lady asked nicely holding two blazers side by side. "I have a hard time differentiating colors by looking at them."

One blazer was leaning towards a royal and brandeis blue with stiff lapels, four buttons, and slouched shoulders. The other had more of an amalgam of passion blue and maya blue with broad shoulders, three buttons and high lapels. Trucy looked at both blazers and was more than certain which blazer she was going to pick. "The second one!" Trucy pointed in an Objection pose. The woman giggled, "I thought you would pick this one."

The two ladies were fishing between the vests that were all quite elegant. Trucy closed her eyes and started darting her fingers in a circle while mumbling the song, "Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe," which actually sounded more like "Ini Mimi Miney Moe." She lifted her hand and was astonished she picked an elegant blue vest that added a pizzaz to the accenting blazer. They finally picked out a red tie, which actually came with a red handkerchief. "This is perfect!"

They were both excited near the cash register, hiding giggles between each other, "Oh my God! Daddy is going to love this!" The cashier gladly scanned each item, typing a few numbers into the computer, "Your total is…"

"$399.99..."

Trucy's smile faded into an abyss. Her eyes widened. She looked down at her small wallet, she only had $300. She didn't think it would cost this much. The woman saw the girl's joy swept away along with her hope…

"I'll pay for it."

Trucy's shot an expression between pure astonishment and awe. "No! No! You don't have to do this!" The woman already swiped her card through the slit of the machine in front of her. "Don't worry. It's on me." The woman's face gave the most comforting and kindest smile she had ever seen besides her father's. Trucy's eyes began to tear, lachrymal secretions about to topple down her lid. "Thank you…"

The cashier neatly folded the suit into a box, then placed the box inside a name brand bag with receipt in hand. "Have a good day."

Trucy looked at the kind stranger she had learned to know that had a heart of gold. "I can't ever thank you enough! Here, have my $300!"

The lady raised her hand and shook her head lightly in decline. "Why?" Trucy asked.

"Because I know this is very special to you."

Trucy's eyes finally let the emotional waterfall be released in pure euphoric joy. She hugged the woman as the woman patted her head with one arm around her. "I honestly can't thank you enough. You are so kind!" The woman beamed another smile.

Trucy's phone began to ring. Trucy shuffled in her pocket and answered, "Hello?"

"Trucy!?"

"Pearly? Hey wassup?! How was Kurain?"

"It was great, Trucy! But I want you to come to Mr. Nick's office right now!"

"S-Sure, I'll be there Pearly!" Trucy quickly hung up the phone and looked at her new found friend in the eyes. "I'm sorry about that. Thank you so so much, again!" Trucy stopped. "I don't even know your name. Who are you?"

The lady hesitated, but comforted her new friend with her answer.

"I am Lamiroir."