Day Two

"I'm sorry, Sis…" Maya said the next morning in the defendant's lobby. She looked exhausted and miserable. "I tried all night. I swear I did, but… I couldn't find him…"

"It's okay," Mia said quickly, and hugged her close. She shut her eyes and focused on swallowing back her sigh of relief, on hiding how desperately afraid she had been to speak with him. "It's all right. You don't have to channel him."

"But… there's nothing else I can do," Maya whispered into her neck. Mia felt hot tears hitting her shoulder, and squeezed tighter. "I'm useless otherwise."

"No - no, that's not true. That's never been true." Mia pulled back to look her little sister in the eyes, to make sure she understood. "I need you, Maya. I need you with me, okay? I can't do this without you."

Maya blinked up at her, and Mia smoothed her hand down the side of her cheek. She hoped Maya understood how much she meant that. Maya was all she had. The only person she'd never lost or been let down by. She'd saved Mia so many times already - the first time after Mom left, with her gummy smiles and demands for stories and giggles every time Mia tossed her in the air. She'd kept Mia from getting sucked into her grief then, had encouraged her to follow her dreams and to leave the village even when it meant being left behind. She had believed in Mia's abilities as a lawyer, had encouraged her throughout law school and when she joined Grossberg's office. She'd held her as Mia cried after Diego was poisoned, without even asking why. She'd helped her move into her new office, had offered a million silly decorating suggestions and helped to unpack all her lawbooks. When she was on trial for murder yesterday, she had believed completely in Mia's ability to save her.

"Just… stand with me, okay?" Mia asked. "You don't need to channel Ph- Wright."

"...Okay," Maya said.

-xxx-

Just before the trial began, Edgeworth came by to - well. Strangely, it didn't seem like bragging.

"I received a call from the prosecutor's office yesterday," he said. Mia remained silent, and after a moment he continued: "They told me that whatever Mr. White says today, it will be the 'absolute truth.' No matter how you try to attack his testimony... If I raise an objection, I have it on good faith that the judge will listen to me."

"So you're saying I'm going to be found guilty," Mia summed up.

He stared at her face, at the bruise and cut White had left behind. She had been given access to makeup in order to look more presentable in court today, but had chosen not to cover up the injury at all. It stood out more vividly today than it had yesterday - not quite in the shape of a hand, but unmistakably from a blow.

"...I will do anything to get my verdict, Miss Fey," Edgeworth said finally. "Anything."

"Why?" Maya exclaimed. "Why?! How could you torment an innocent person like that?!"

"'Innocent'...?" He scoffed. "How can we know that? The guilty will always lie, to avoid being found out. There's no way to tell who is guilty and who is innocent! All that I can hope to do is get every defendant declared 'guilty!' So I make that my policy."

Maya started to protest again, but Mia held up a hand to stop her.

"You know, Mr. Edgeworth, I've heard you described as a 'genius' ever since we first met," she said.

"You two know each other?" Maya asked, looking confusedly between them.

"And maybe you are a genius," Mia acknowledged. "You're certainly intelligent enough to know exactly what you're doing." He flinched at the insinuation, but she didn't stop. "That's why you should understand… I have my own policy. I will always defend and believe in my client. If I trust in them, the truth will eventually come out in court."

"Fine words for a woman representing herself." The prosecutor rolled his eyes.

"The victim in this case was a true genius," Mia declared. "Better than you. He would have done so much with his life, would have saved so many people - I will not let his killer get away. No matter what."

Edgeworth opened his mouth, then hesitated. Without another word, he turned around and left the room.

"'A true genius'..." Maya mumbled. She turned to Mia. "You really believed in Mr. Wright, huh, Sis?"

"...Yeah," Mia said softly. "Yeah, I did."

-xxx-

It was somewhat gratifying to watch Edgeworth being forced to deal directly with White, possibly for only the first or second time. He was visibly exasperated before he even managed to get a name and occupation out of the blackmailer, and Mia found herself actually able to be amused by the situation. Not, of course, that she was off her guard at all. No, she went after every part of his testimony that she could.

White may have thought he'd gotten the upper hand yesterday, but honestly, Mia was grateful more than anything. She would have liked to get the chance to talk to Grossberg, but the biggest hurdle had always been getting White on the stand in the first place, and now he'd walked up there willingly. She preferred to be in the hot seat herself than to have to worry about Maya, and now that he was in a courtroom he couldn't just refuse to answer or hit her to shut her up. He had to at least appear to follow the law, and that was where Mia would catch him. Even if she didn't have the evidence yet, she knew she could trip him up.

By the third time she'd forced him to modify his testimony, she was starting to feel more confident. The crowd was on her side, at least. Maya was busily going over every single piece of evidence she could, but so far it hadn't even been necessary. Redd White was less and less polished every time she made him stop to explain himself again, and across the courtroom Edgeworth was getting agitated, asking for a recess. Mia recognized this as her chance, and demanded to keep going. She raised a skeptical eyebrow as White desperately revised himself again…

"Umm, well, see-I looked at the other window when I heard that thing fall. Then, the next moment, I saw Mr. Wrong run to the left! The killer, you, attacked him… but he dodged. Um, and then… He hit you back, and ran for the door! Then you did him in with a single blow! Thwap!"

"Hmm. 'Thwap' indeed." The Judge shook his head before addressing Mia: "Very well, you may begin the cross-examination."

"Your Honor…" White whined. "My stomach, you see, it is hurting…"

"This won't take long," Mia told him, and he flinched. She turned her attention to his newest testimony. Several contradictions stood out immediately, but - one bit of information was completely new.

"Hold it!" Mia shouted, slamming her hands onto her desk. "What do you mean, 'he hit you back'?"

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it! He shoved me- I, I mean you! The killer! He tried to knock the killer over, and left them with a painful bruise!"

He… actually sounded like he was telling the truth. Mia swallowed back her pride at Phoenix's attempt to fight back, wondering where exactly he'd hit White. Somewhere hidden under his suit, obviously. Maybe there was some truth to his stomach hurting, after all.

"Your Honor, this is the first we've heard of the victim fighting back. I'd like to request the witness add this statement about the bruise to his testimony."

"Objection!" Edgeworth shouted. "The victim clearly did not win the fight; further testimony on it is irrelevant!"

"Objection!" Mia shouted right back. "Knowing where the killer was shoved could be vital in determining who was positioned where! That's exactly what we are still trying to figure out!"

"...Sustained," the Judge decided. "The witness will add his statement to the testimony."

"I-if I must," White sniffed. "I don't know why there's any wonderation about it, though. The proof is clear on the defendant's face! He hit her cheek, and even cut her lip with his ring."

Mia had known he was going to say that. She knew how to counter his claim, too, and knew the fact that Edgeworth had objected to her pressing this point any further was proof positive she was onto another weak point in White's story. Still. The smug expression on his face, the way he gestured with the very hand that had hit her, his own rings glimmering as he claimed Phoenix would ever hurt her…

"Objection!" Mia snapped, and hit the desk hard. "Phoenix Wright could not have caused this wound on my face! He never wore a ring!"

She presented the picture of the crime scene as proof, pointing out his empty hands. In fact, she'd never seen him wear any kind of jewelry or accessory except a watch, ever since he ate that bottle necklace. She'd wondered more than once if he just hadn't been the jewelry type, or if he had once but anything he wore reminded him of his ex-girlfriend. She'd thought about bringing it up to him, but couldn't stand the idea of explaining why she related so strongly to the idea. If she told him that the smell of coffee reminded her of her boyfriend that Dahlia had poisoned to a near-death state, and that was why she only drank tea these days, well - somehow it felt like it would do more harm than good. She'd never told Phoenix how she knew Dahlia before his trial.

She hadn't told him too many things.

On the stand, White was sputtering, at a loss for words. His eyes were wide and terrified, and for a moment Mia thought she had him… when that damned prosecutor spoke up again.

"It's true, Mr. Wright isn't wearing a ring in this picture," he admitted. "However, I do notice a certain metal badge pinned to his lapel. At his height, if he shoved past a woman your size, Miss Fey, couldn't it possibly scrape against your face?" He turned to White. "...The word you used earlier was 'shoved', wasn't it?"

White latched onto the lifeline with both hands. "Yes! Y-yes, that's right! I, I was just a little mistaken, before. When I said 'hit', I meant 'shoved'. He shoved past her and banged into her face."

"Do be more careful with your words, witness." The Judge frowned down disapprovingly. "It does the court no good to waste time clarifying what you mean every time."

"O-of course. Absotively, Your Honor."

Mia glared at Edgeworth, infuriated. She could argue this point further, she knew - could claim that defense attorney badges were too rounded to cause a cut like that, or ask for Gumshoe to be brought onto the stand to testify about what he'd seen yesterday. Edgeworth would surely just argue that with enough force, a lip could be split even by a blunt object, though, and if she let White off the stand for any reason she'd never get him back on. Reluctantly, she let the new statement stand, and turned her attention to some of his other slip-ups.

The glass light stand was a good one. She knew there was no other time he could have seen it before that night, after all, and for the most part it was easy to prove. Given where she'd placed it in her office, it was completely invisible from across the street.

Of course, then Edgeworth stepped in again.

Maya seemed excited at first when he told White to 'confess to his crime', but Mia knew better. She knew a trap when she saw one, and wasn't surprised when he adroitly offered White immunity for his murder under the condition of admitting to his wire-tapping.

It seemed that by 'doing anything to achieve his guilty verdict', Edgeworth included playing defense for obvious killers. She'd never met his father, but she'd read plenty about him in her research on DL-6. Mia imagined he would hate to see his son now.

She protested, obviously. But even if she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was impossible for White to have seen the lamp last week, that didn't matter. She needed proof, and she didn't have it. She'd kept the receipt - it was such a large purchase, after all, and she wanted to be absolutely certain she liked it and didn't want to return it. But that was in her office, along with all her remaining files on Redd's crimes, and it wasn't like the judge was going to call a recess to allow her to run and get it.

Mia chewed on her thumbnail, trying to think of another angle forward. It was incredibly frustrating - anyone could see he was lying, adjusting his story on the fly, but none of it mattered when she couldn't make a single accusation stick. Maybe… maybe somewhere in April May's testimony about the wiretap, there was something she could use? She turned to ask Maya to pass her the notes.

Maya was staring down at a different piece of evidence: the note with her own name written in blood.

"Sis," she said, looking up. "This message Mr. Wright wrote…"

"Phoenix didn't write that!" Mia said. "Obviously, White wrote that, not him!"

"Yeah," Maya agreed, "but, look at where he wrote it!"

She passed the note over. When Mia examined it more closely for the first time, she felt a grin grow across her face. Obviously, all that time poring over the evidence had worked for Maya.

"You did it," she whispered to her little sister, overflowing with pride. "You've won us this trial!"

Maya's face lit up, so obviously relieved to have been a help that Mia could cry. She settled for squeezing her hand below the desk, before letting go to slam both hands down in what she hoped would be her final "Objection!" that day.

It was.

But not Edgeworth's.

-xxx-

"There is a certain thread of logic to the defense's claims," he said, moments before the Judge reluctantly handed down his not-guilty verdict. "However! There is no concrete proof that Mia Fey is innocent!"

It was true. She had nothing else usable in the court record.

"Ergo! I would like to request one more day before Miss Fey is granted her freedom. I need time to make one more inquiry into this matter."

One more inquiry… yeah, right. More conveniently trumped up evidence, more like. More time to coach White on the best story. More important people getting calls, having blackmail dangled over their heads to force them to comply. One more day would be the end of it for Mia, she knew it. Redd White would slip away yet again, Phoenix would never get justice, and Maya… Maya would be left all alone.

She loved them, but she didn't want to be like Diego and Phoenix. Mia wanted to stay by her sister's side.

"Your Honor," she protested. "Mr. White's guilt is evident! There is nothing further to even investigate!"

"Hmm…" the Judge said. Her heart sank as he turned to ask for the prosecution's input on the matter; naturally, Edgeworth made it sound like he was only attempting to do his due diligence. And naturally, the Judge looked swayed by this line of reasoning. Of course he would side with whoever was most convenient for him. He might very well have secrets kept by Redd White, too. She knew what the answer was going to be even before he spoke.

"Objection denied," he told Mia. "The completion of the trial of Miss Mia Fey will be postponed until tomorrow." He slammed down his gavel.

...Never had those words sounded so bitter to her ears. Usually, an extra day to investigate was something to celebrate; today, Mia stood stunned. White asked the Judge if he could leave, and the Judge agreed immediately. People in the gallery were getting to their feet, gathering up their coats. Edgeworth was neatly arranging his papers and tucking them away into a large folder.

Mia's cheek throbbed. Her vision swam; she felt utterly exhausted. She hadn't slept well last night, despite her best efforts to be well-rested before the trial. All night, she had just kept thinking about Phoenix. About what he would say if she ever saw him again. About all the things she should have said to him. What she would do if Maya succeeded in channeling him before the trial. When she finally drifted off to sleep, it was restless, plagued with nightmares. The worst had been the one where Phoenix went with her to get dinner, and Maya had arrived at the office in time to interrupt White mid-theft. She woke gasping, the image of Maya dead and bleeding on her carpet seared into her mind, and for a horrible, horrible minute had just sat there and thanked Phoenix, over and over again for being the one to die. When she'd realized what she was doing, she'd started shaking all over. But even after shutting her mouth, she couldn't help the thought repeating - all jumbled up amongst guilt and sorrow and fear and rage, that poisonous gratitude wouldn't go away.

If she couldn't stop the trial right now, even that would be worthless.

After this, Redd White wouldn't stop. He'd already proven himself willing to commit murder and assault with no compunctions. If Mia let him get away long enough to regroup, she had no doubt that he would turn on her all the more fiercely. The trial would be incredibly difficult to win, and - whether she did or not - he wouldn't forget this. And if she were put in prison, Maya would be alone. Unprotected. She was smart and self-sufficient and so brave, but if Redd White decided to go after her, Mia couldn't -

"Breathe, Chief," a familiar voice said by her side.

Mia jerked back in shock, spinning to stare at her sister - no. No, at Phoenix Wright, looking a little odd with his broad shoulders and height fitting poorly into Maya's kimono. Her long hair trying to spike itself at the back was objectively a very amusing sight, but Mia had no laughter left in her. She'd seen plenty of spirits being channeled in her life, so she knew they looked completely alive, but… but he looked so alive.

"Phoenix," she gasped.

"Hi," he smiled at her. He reached out to touch her lightly on the elbow, offering support. "What's going on? Why do you look so upset? Hey-" he frowned, voice deepening, "what happened to your face?"

"I - I-" Mia didn't know what to say. He didn't seem to even realize he was being channeled. She didn't know if she should tell him. Surely, now wasn't the right time - did he even remember dying? "I'm having trouble with this case."

Phoenix blinked, looking around. For the first time, he seemed to notice where they were. Mia watched as his gaze swept across the stands, past the Judge, lingered a moment on White stepping out from behind the witness stand. His brow furrowed, her breath stopped, she thought this would be it - but then he kept going. He looked straight across the room at the prosecutor's bench, at Edgeworth, and his mouth opened in a near-silent gasp.

"Miles…?"

Mia started, wondering if she had heard correctly. Across the room, Edgeworth had frozen in the middle of putting his file into his satchel, as if he'd heard the tiny whisper. He was staring back at Phoenix, his face totally white and shocked. He looked - Mia had seen so many people see ghosts for the first time. This wasn't that. This was more, and she didn't understand why…

But then Phoenix shook himself, and turned back to her. He looked more confused now, stressed and uncertain, but he tried to smile at her anyway.

"I'm - I really am not sure what's going on," he admitted, and Mia bit her lip to hold back a sudden sob. "But… I believe in you, Chief! I'm sure you can figure this out! You never give up!"

Not that you've seen, she couldn't help thinking.

"What if it's too late?" she asked. "What if I've tried every possible argument already?"

Unexpectedly, Phoenix's pasted-on grin brightened into something real.

"I remember this one," he laughed. "What do you always say… 'Try thinking out of the box! Turn your thinking around.' If you've already used every possible argument, then -"

"-then stop arguing," Mia finished in a rush. She spun away from Phoenix, pointing at White and shouting: "The witness will stay!"

Redd White turned with an irritated snarl, but Mia didn't stop.

"Your Honor, I have one more thing to say!"

"I - well - you're quite persistent today, Miss Fey!" he exclaimed. "Mr. Edgeworth, does the prosecution have any objection? ...Mr. Edgeworth?"

"...No," Edgeworth said distantly. He was still staring at Phoenix. "No objections."

Mia took a deep breath, and started to recite a list of names. She knew them all by heart. She had spent so long, poring over any hint she could find, unravelling White's network piece by piece. Many of them were familiar to everyone in the room; quite a few had been involved in huge scandals, or were in powerful positions in the government or in business. There were celebrities, too, and people in finance…

She tried to keep her voice steady and strong, without a pause. At first, White seemed not to care - but the more she spoke, the more nervous he grew, the more he tried to yell at her to be quiet. Finally, he was pleading, almost crying, begging her to stop. Mia watched his composure completely collapse, feeling strangely removed from the event.

She had been thinking like a lawyer all this time. Apparently, all it took was thinking like a blackmailer. It wasn't something she liked doing, necessarily, but… she'd meant it when she said no matter what.

"Mr. White. Admit your guilt, right here, right now. Or else this list will be released to the press!"

White only hesitated for a moment. Then: "... I... I confess. I confess. I... I did it. I hit him. I hit Phoenix Wright with 'The Thinker!'…"

Mia beamed, turned to the Judge. "Case closed, Your Honor."

He blinked in surprise. "Well, I see no reason to continue this trial. Miss Fey, that was quite a spirited defense!"

"Yes, Your Honor," she grinned, looking back to Phoenix - but it was just Maya standing there once again, looking around the room in confusion. Behind Mia, the Judge pronounced Mia not guilty, and Maya gasped in delight.

"You did it!" she yelled, voice echoing off the rafters. "Sis, you did it!"

She darted into Mia's arms before she could answer, and Mia hugged her back, still a little disbelieving. A moment later, her own euphoria finally set in - possibly due to the sight of a haggard Redd White being handcuffed and led away by a pair of bailiffs. Someone was throwing confetti into the air. Edgeworth was staring at Maya with a deeply confused expression, and for the moment Mia could set aside her curiosity at why that was to just enjoy the look on his face.

She… she really had done it. Redd White was guilty. He was going to go to jail. And so long as she remembered those names, he wouldn't dare do anything to her or Maya. They were safe.

...They were safe.

"We did it, Maya!" Mia exclaimed, and lifted her sister right off the ground to twirl her around. "We won!"

-xxx-

The euphoria didn't last.

It couldn't, not really. Redd White had been put away, but Phoenix was still dead. Mia's mother was still missing. She couldn't undo any of the evil he had caused… but at least he wouldn't do any more. Still, Mia knew that she wouldn't be sleeping easy any time soon. The guilt over letting Phoenix die probably wouldn't ever let up, any more than the questions about what else she should have done. The smell of blood in her office had been so strong; that would linger. She'd need to get a new lamp. She needed to see if she could claim his badge. Probably it was supposed to be returned to the bar association, but maybe if she got Gumshoe on her side she could swing something. It… it had meant too much to him to just let go like that.

Maya was delighted that she had been able to channel Phoenix's spirit, however briefly. Mia suspected it was a combination of both their desire to help her that had even made it possible, given that the last she'd heard Maya still hadn't unlocked her potential enough to channel anyone. Let alone someone she hardly knew, with only an autopsy picture in front of her to visualize them. She hadn't even been sure she wanted him channeled in the first place - but now that she'd gotten a glimpse of his face, Mia found herself desperately hoping that Maya would be able to channel him again some time.

She had so much she wanted to tell him - first of all, easing his confusion and explaining his death, no matter how much that would hurt. Then, if he was willing to listen, she'd tell him everything else she'd ever held back out of fear or pride or embarrassment. Whatever he wanted to know. She wouldn't let another chance slip by, would talk as long as Maya could hold onto him. There was no point in keeping secrets anymore. If anyone had ever been deserving of her trust... And there were even some questions she wanted to ask. ('Miles.' She was certain he'd said that.)

But without such a desperate situation, Maya still lacked the spiritual power necessary to bring Phoenix back to visit the living world. Mia reassured her that it was all right and she didn't mind, but… maybe she didn't hide her disappointment well enough.

"Well, you know what this means, right?" Maya asked her. "I need to train a lot! And, it'd probably be a good idea to stay somewhere he spent a lot of time, and with people he spent a lot of time with. You know, to get closer to his spirit."

"Maya…"

"Plus, who better to train me than you?" Maya clasped her hands in front of herself and bounced eagerly on her toes. "You've always been way better than me at spirit channeling anyway! And I can help you with cases! You need an assistant after all-"

"Maya -"

"I mean, I know you can win all by yourself, but I bet Mr. Wright spoiled you by running all the errands and keeping the place neat as a pin! You need someone to pick up the slack-"

Mia snorted at the thought of Phoenix being the one to ever take the initiative to clean the office. Yeah, right.

She reached out, and settled her hands on Maya's shoulders, pressing down gently to stop her bouncing.

"Maya," she said for a third time. Instantly, Maya's shoulders slumped and her smile started to fade. She obviously expected Mia to send her back home. It would be easy to do - Mia was absolutely capable of working without an assistant if needed, and Kurain boasted an entire family history about spirit-channeling to consult, not to mention a teacher in Aunt Morgan. None of Maya's arguments could actually hold water if Mia were inclined to start poking holes in them.

...But she wasn't, not at all. Maya was seventeen now, and almost done with her GED. She had no immediate family back in Kurain, and Aunt Morgan wasn't exactly a fun person to spend time with. True, some of the necessary meditation or reading to really improve her skills would be more difficult in a city, but not impossible, and Mia felt confident that she could teach Maya the things she needed to know. If her goal was to channel Phoenix Wright, then staying here, surrounded by his belongings, would indeed be beneficial. And she had been incredibly helpful in the trial today; even if she didn't want to pursue law, she could gain valuable experience of a professional world outside the confines of Kurain by staying and working here for a little while. She'd be neater than Phoenix anyday, and probably quite helpful during cases as well.

Those were all good enough reasons, but none of them were the real reason. The real reason was simple.

Mia loved her little sister, and she missed having her around.

In so many ways, they really were all each other had. And - they'd come too close to losing that, these past few days. Mia remembered just before Phoenix had appeared, when she had been so scared that no matter what she did Maya would irrevocably end up in danger. She had wanted nothing more than to stay with her in that moment, and… the feeling hadn't gone away yet.

So, when she felt Maya droop in her grasp, Mia kept a straight face.

"The sign on the door does say 'Fey & Co. Law Offices'..." she mused. "I guess that wouldn't really be honest if it were only me working here."

Maya's eyes went wide.

"You mean it?" she gasped. When Mia (after a faux-thoughtful pause) nodded, she actually jumped up into the air with a cheer. Landing back on her feet, she giggled at Mia's startled expression. "You know what this means, right?"

"...What?" Mia asked warily.

"We're partners now!"

"Oh, really? Equals in every way, huh?"

"Yeah! It's only fair, since we're in business together now. And I know what our first expense should be!"

"Gee, let me think. Could it be… burgers?" Mia rolled her eyes.

"You said it, not me. Move it, Sis, you know where to go better than me."

Arm caught in her little sister's looped arm, Mia allowed herself to be dragged towards the door. She had a feeling Maya was trying to keep her out of the office for a little while - at least out of her room, only newly released from crime scene status. It wouldn't be possible to put off for too long… But, for now, at least, she was fine not confronting that place.

(Something deep in her chest felt warm and sad and wistful. Maya was always attempting to care of her like this, no matter how capable Mia tried to be. She wanted her to quit it, to focus on herself and just be a kid. She wanted her never to ever stop.)

"Hey, if we're partners now, that means we need to do everything equally."

"Sure, of course!"

"Great, then you can pay for lunch." Mia laughed at Maya's startled expression, and pulled her on when she tried to freeze in place. "Ooh, and the help with the rent will be nice, too… Not to mention, laundry and cooking dinner and-"

"W-well, in a workplace it's very important to have a hierarchy," Maya backtracked. "There's gotta be a boss, after all."

"Nonsense, partner."

"Sis, c'mon-"


AN: The end!

While I doubt I will do a full rewrite of any other cases, I have a lot of thoughts about how this verse would be different. I know the whole Edgeworth+Phoenix thread is just kinda dangling here, too... I think Edgeworth's development would be really interesting going forward. Still struggling with doubts, but more because he chose following his 'policy' to get a guilty verdict over justice for an old friend, and then saw his ghost?! ...And one scene I really wanted to get to, when this was something I originally planned as just snippets covering the length of the entire first game, was the scene where Mia channels Phoenix to convince Edgeworth to accept her as his lawyer when he's accused of murder. Plus the third game especially would be entirely transformed from the moment Diego woke up from his coma.

So, I may do some individual scenes of those later developments at some point. We shall see.