AN: Happy New Year! The following chapters will take a break from the courtroom for a bit since there is still plenty of time before facing Kristoph~ Per usual thanks for all of your support.

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OBSERVER01: The end was rough, but eh the truth is the truth after all.

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Bowser Jr's Descendant: Well, we've got some time before that mess~ I think it'll be fun when we do reach that point!

Marisandini: Thank you for the compliment, I glad you enjoy this story. And yeah you're probably right, I'll see what I can do about the way I write Phoenix in the future. I got my ideas for things happening with Phoenix and Mia.

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I feel the sweat pouring down my forehead. I can't wipe it since I'm using both of my hands to hold up my white dress as I run down the darkened hall of the dungeon. I've been running for an eternity.

"Ms. Doom..." a voice calls out sickeningly sweet. It is an eerie calm voice.

I turn around behind me, feeling a chill go down my spine. No one is there- at least not for the moment. But the voice echoes down the halls. It's hard to pinpoint where exactly it's coming from. But it sounds entirely too close for comfort.

I pause only for a moment and continue running. I get out of the hall I was in and make a left down another. I realize I'm now running in something wet as I'm barefooted. I look down and gasp. It is blood. The floors are covered in it and more of it is coming- just forming a bigger and bigger pool of red. The smell of iron fills my nose. I feel as though I can regurgitate the contents of my stomach at a moment's notice by simply looking at it.

"Ms. Doom," the voice calls, in a sing song voice. "Where are you? You won't get past me..."

It's getting closer. I feel the tightening in my chest, but I keep running and running down another hall and then another and another. The dungeon is large- complex and long winding. There are many paths I can take. Too many. I'm unsure of where I am, if I should go left or right, up or down, or if I'm any closer to escaping, but I keep running. With time, I notice that there are fewer and fewer halls to go down. I keep entering dead ends. I run out only to hit another one. I feel trapped. There isn't anywhere for me to go. Every step I take another wall appears. I'm being boxed in. I run, bang my hands against the walls, but nothing changes.

"There you are," said the voice coming from behind me.

My eyes widen. I feel myself shaking as I slowly turn around. I see nothing, but a tall shadowy figure, with a gleaming ghastly smile.

I suddenly feel a draft, as I look down and realize that the dress I'm wearing has vanished. I'm completely naked. I begin holding myself.

"Please," I begin. "Don't kill me! I-I haven't done anything wrong-"

They ignore me. "It's time."

"No!" I scream as the shadow approaches me. "Somebody please...help me!"

"What are you screaming for?" they ask laughing. "Don't you know that no one is coming to save you?"

I'm backed into a wall. It smirks as it grabs me by the wrist and begins enveloping me into its darkness. The dark twists and turns all the way up my arm and moves up my neck next. The feeling is uncomfortable, cold, moist, and slimy. I try to break away from it, but the only result I produce is how I fall on my face twisting my neck and snapping my arm. I cry in pain as it continues to consume me and pull closer into it's very being...causing me to merge with it.

My Apartment

July 22th, 7:30 AM

I opened my eyes slowly, groaning. I felt the t shirt I normally wore to bed soaked in sweat. It was that cold wet feeling I hated that was sticking to my skin. I didn't feel like it, but I got up from bed. I wanted a new shirt so I lurched over to my dresser of pajamas, grabbing any old baggy t shirt I had. I threw off the one I was wearing on the floor and quickly put on the new one. Since I was up I decided to grab some water, so I groggily shuffled my way to my bathroom with my glass from my nightstand to fill it up. As I was doing that, I looked in the mirror. I saw the bags and dark circles under my eyes. I looked terrible. Yet, I wasn't surprised. I didn't sleep.

With my glass filled, I left the bathroom and went to check on my front door. I examined the locks to make sure everything was locked up nice and tight. I did this habitually, every time I woke up, every time I entered, and every time I left-from the outside of course. But it seemed fine, so I returned to my bedroom setting my glass on the stand as I carefully opened my closet door and peered inside. Nothing. I shut the door and walked over to my bed, bending down looking underneath it. Nothing here either. Satisfied, I sat back on my bed. I readjusted my pillow with my knife under it, lifting it up making sure the cover of the blade was on securely. Sometimes I heard strange creaky sounds or random bumps when I was home, so I wanted to be prepared for anything.

I reached for my glass and took a sip of water. I set it down, wiping my mouth. I grabbed the couple of covers I had and pulled them up over me as I slowly lied back down. It was tedious because I knew I wouldn't go back to sleep anytime soon. In fact, I didn't want to. I'd have that dream- no rather, nightmare so frequently, I didn't like going to sleep.

When that case ended a couple of months ago, I thought it was over. That was a huge mistake.

I had been returned to the hospital the same day the case ended. And just as I anticipated, Edgeworth had ripped me to shreds, though it didn't happen immediately. It was the following day that bomb went off. He was more pissed off when the nurses informed him that some of my stitches had opened up, in addition to discovering a couple of foreign objects in my foot. Good thing I had my proper shots before that, or else that would have been ugly. Yet it still was not as ugly as Edgeworth's angry face. I swore it was like the devil came to life when he got that way- the games didn't give that expression justice. It was scary. But even though I thought I had it bad, I knew Larry got it worse. A lot worse. I couldn't tell you the exact details of the conversation Edgeworth had with Larry over the phone, but I knew it would be a very, very long time before I saw Larry again. Which worked for me, since it meant I didn't have to try to find him any dates anytime soon.

I ended up staying in the hospital for a couple of weeks. The doctors told me not to push myself and to rest. And if I did that I'd be free to go, with my body back in mostly okay condition. I wasn't exactly thrilled about being there, but I had no choice in the matter. And well, I wasn't without company, as Edgeworth visited me frequently. Though whether it was to keep me company or make sure I wouldn't escape again, was beyond me. Maya would swing by occasionally too when she had the time, to make sure I wasn't slowly dying of boredom. So, with time, and boy did it pass slowly, I managed to get released from the hospital. My body was alright, minus the scars I had received, but I guessed it was better than being dead.

When I started living in my apartment again, I started having that dream. I had it almost every night. It was driving me crazy. I thought that the shadow following me meant that hewas coming after me. After that last case was over, Kristoph was feeling the heat. His name was being slandered in the papers and he even had to go before the board of attorneys. He didn't lose his badge, unfortunately, but received some kind of punishment I heard. It was somewhat satisfying, but I couldn't help but worry- worry that he might come seeking revenge. So, I didn't sleep much suffice to say.

I didn't think my fear was unreasonable considering his track record, but for everyone else, they didn't have the games as a reference. They didn't know what psychotic bullshit Kristoph was capable of. Thus, if I spoke about it to anyone they'd see me as paranoid with unfounded fears. So, I pretty much kept it to myself, making attempts to move on with my life- to no avail. It sucked. I held the magatama in my hand every chance I got, trying to contact Mia to tell her what was going on, but nothing. I wondered if the thing was any good. I honestly wanted to go home at this point, but of course I couldn't go at least without doing what I was sent here to do. In the very least I wanted to talk to Mia since she understood what was happening with me, to feel less alone.

I had been spending time with Maya as usual, which was great because it kept my mind off of things, but she'd always ask if everything was alright with me. I always said I was fine, but I knew she didn't believe it. Not like I believed it myself, but we'd move onto other things afterwards. Though, the past couple of weeks I hadn't felt like hanging out with her. I don't know why I didn't, but I preferred being by myself for the time being. When she'd call I'd just let it go to voicemail and just text her I was busy. I felt guilty about it, but I didn't feel like going out. I didn't feel like dragging her down either.

At the office, I did go to Edgeworth's office like I normally did, though I didn't spend as much time there because I risked exposure. I already knew he was aware that I was keeping things to myself. If I stuck around too much he'd break me down. That much I knew. So my visits were limited, though they were a welcome distraction from sitting idly in my office.

I thought I would have been a little more excited to go back to work after lying in a hospital bed, but I wasn't. Sitting in my office now made me feel uncomfortable. I kept recounting that horrible night over and over in my mind. I had been left to die in the same room and was made to continue working here as if nothing happened. I still remembered where each smear and puddle of blood was. I would hate for anyone to run a luminol test in here. They'd be horrified, like I still was. I was thinking about requesting a room change, though I didn't necessarily want to because it was my room that I liked. I hated the idea of someone else violating the space for me like that.

But between being barely awake and my memories of that night, I couldn't focus on work very well. I did very little, if any when I came to the office. There wasn't much to do anyway. I'd sit in my office and browse the internet on my laptop for hours or if I was feeling really adventurous, I'd stare at my ceiling for a while, until someone specifically requested me to do something. I just didn't feel up to doing anything anymore.

I often thought of walking out and never coming back, but I then wondered what I'd do with my time if I wasn't at the office. I'd have no life. And even though I did nothing here, at least getting out of bed in the morning and coming here was something to do. So each morning, I continued to come.

Speaking of that, I realized I had quite a bit of time before I had to go to the Prosecutor's Office. I had picked up my phone, reading the display screen which said 7:30 AM. There was an hour and a half to kill. I figured I'd just lie in bed like I normally did for another 30 minutes before getting ready.

July 22nd, 12:30 PM

Prosecutor's Office, Room 404

I'd go to work unenthused and return home equally disinterested. And today was no different. I was staring off into space as I idly tapped my pen on my desk in a rhythmic motion. I sighed as my stomach started growling. I picked up my bag set next to bag, and reached in looking for my lunch. But I was disappointed when I saw that there wasn't anything inside besides a couple of pens and a notepad.

"Darned. Looks like I'm going out for food today," I sighed standing up from behind my desk. I took the black suit jacket I sometimes brought with me off the back of my chair and slid it on.

I didn't feel like going out, but maybe I could use some fresh air. Or at least air fresher than this disinfected office. Plus, I had an idea of where I wanted to go today too.

July 22nd, 1:21 PM

Eldoon's Noodles

Here I was. The noodle cart, wasn't too far away luckily for me. It was further downtown, close to the medical section of the city. The cart pretty much looked the same as it did in Apollo Justice, though I'd say it didn't contain any dead bodies on the inside, which was a plus. It was just a pretty decked out rickshaw looking thing. It was actually my first time coming here. Maya had mentioned in passing that she'd have to bring me here one day, but we hadn't had time to come yet. At least when I felt like coming out anyway.

I stood outside the cart. There, a man with a red bowl of noodles sitting on his head, with a blue towel, wearing mostly came up to me. Yep, Guy Eldoon in the flesh. I had to admit he looked even bitchier in person...maybe it was because of the big bushy eyebrows he had.

"How ya doin'?" he asked with this gruff voice.

I shrugged. I was particularly thrilled to be out, wasn't even thrilled to see the Guy serving me noodles.

"Well, you're probably not doing good if you came here," he said pulling out his harmonica and playing a tune.

"You got me," I said putting my hands up as though I were caught. "I'd like a bowl."

Guy placed a hand on his ramen head, with the other on his hip. "One bowl of salt coming right up!"

(Salt...? I knew they said his noodles were salty but...This is a heart attack waiting to happen, isn't it?)

He went further into the cart and started preparing my bowl of...salt I supposed. As I waited, I sat around looking down at my phone, beginning to clear off any missed calls or messages I had neglected to get to. I did this for a while, until I was startled by a familiar voice.

"Ms. Doom?"

I turned to my left. I was surprised to see it was Phoenix staring at me. Then again, it wasn't too surprising since I heard that he and Maya frequented this place when he was too broke to afford burgers.

"Hi, Mr. Wright," I said nodding.

"I didn't know you liked noodles," he said surprised.

"Yeah, I do."

(I like noodles, but I don't know if I'll like these...)

Mr. Eldoon took notice of him, being one of his top customers, if not one of the only customers. They had a bit of friendly banter before Eldoon guessed what Phoenix wanted- being noodles with additional salt. He nodded and Eldoon went back to making more noodles, which I assumed were going to bring him yet another step closer to death's door.

"So, how have you been? I haven't seen you since the trial a few weeks ago," he said looking at me.

I looked at him for a moment before speaking. I knew we had met on a few separate occasions, but it was my first time being alone with him in normal place that wasn't work related. So, you could say it was new for me.

"I've been okay," I said unenthused. "It's nice to not be in the hospital anymore, I guess."

"Well, that's good that you've recovered," Phoenix said.

I nodded. Without much else to say, I started playing with my phone again. It went on this way for a few minutes until Eldoon damn near dropped the bowls of noodles with pairs of chopsticks on the counter in front of us.

"Eldoon's noodles! Piping hot and salty to the last drop!" he said dramatically pressing a hand onto his bowl hat thing before disappearing into the cart, playing the same song on the harmonica.

I split the chopsticks with some effort and stuck them into the bowl of soggy noodles. The broth looked awfully thick. I wondered if coming to eat here was a mistake... I looked to the left of me where Phoenix split his chopsticks and instantly started shoving the noodles into his mouth without flinching. I blinked. Was it not as bad as I had been anticipating?

Hesitantly, I started slurping up the noodles and I could feel my face scrunching up because of how ridiculously salty it was. The broth especially! What was this meal doing to my tastebuds? I set my chopsticks down shaking my head. Phoenix must of have seen the face I was making because he chuckled.

"First time, huh?" he laughed. "You get used to the...flavor after a while."

"Uh, yeah," I said sticking out my tongue in some crazy hope that the air could make the heart stopping flavor go away. "I only came because Maya wanted to take me here at some point."

"I see," he said slurping up another portion of noodle. "Actually, Ms. Doom, you do know that Maya has been trying to get in touch with you, right?"

I looked away for a moment, contemplating of lying, but then thinking better of it, knowing fully well that if I lied he'd catch me. "Yes, I am aware."

"Then why haven't you talked to her? She's worried about you," he said quietly.

I sighed. That was exactly what I needed to hear.

"It's..." I said biting my lip. "I just can't."

"Why?" he asked gently.

I found myself looking into his blueish gray eyes. Once again, I was taken by their beauty, yet terrified by them all the same. It was difficult to comprehend, but there was something magnetizing about them. It was different from Edgeworth's stare which could be cold and scrutinizing. I could tell when I was becoming transparent around him because it felt as though he were always watching the environment and people around him. I didn't find Phoenix to be like at all, perhaps because it wasn't his nature. He was for lack of a better word, softer. I could feel the warmth radiating from his being- and it was drawing me in. I knew he meant no harm, was no enemy and yet my defenses were raised because if started to trust him, I knew I could the spill the beans at any moment.

"I've just been...down," I struggled to find the words. "After I left the hospital, I tried going back to normal, but I'm scared."

He set his chopsticks down giving me his full attention. "About what?"

"About that night. I thought it'd be okay after we resolved everything, but I'm just more nervous now," I said looking away momentarily. "And I don't want to drag Maya into it. She's been through enough as it is."

And because of what she will go through soon. It had occurred to me that Bridge to Turnabout hadn't happened yet.

"That may be true, but Maya is a lot tougher than she looks," he paused. "Have you talked to anyone about it? Like Edgeworth?"

"No," I shook my head furiously. "I can't."

"But why? You're friends aren't you?"

"It would be risky if I did," I smiled slightly. "It's funny how the one thing you love about someone can also be the one thing you hate about them."

Phoenix looked at me in confusion. I laughed dryly.

"It's difficult to keep any secrets from him," I said reaching into my pocket starting the search for my wallet. "And sometimes I like to keep some things to myself."

He looked at me again, this time a bit more contemplative. "It's more than that attack that's bothering, you isn't it?"

My eyes widened a little bit, but then reverted back to normal. I shouldn't have been surprised. It was Phoenix Wright I was speaking to after all. I had found my wallet and pulled out the cash for my inedible bowl of noodles, leaving it on the counter. I figured a twenty would cover it.

"I can't really speak about it- especially to you," I paused. "No one gets what I'm going through. And the one person who can just isn't around."

"Ms. Doom-"

"I'll call Maya later," I said beginning to walk away from the cart.

"Ms. Doom, even if that person isn't around...you don't have to be alone. You have friends too."

I turned around, looking back at the man. He was as kind as he was sincere. I wish I could tell him the truth. I wish I could tell all of them. But for now it was an impossibility. I smiled briefly and shook my head.

"See ya around, Mr. Wright."

July 24th, 10:21 AM

Prosecutor's Office, Room 404

I yawned as I sat at my desk, looking at my computer. Today, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to start with playing Minesweeper because anything on Addicting Games required too much stimulation. But just as I was revving up my first round of Minesweeper, there was a buzzing in my pants pocket. It was my phone. I reached into my pocket.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello. I was wondering if you could meet with me in my office," said Edgeworth.

"Right now?" I asked sort of peeved at the idea of moving when I was about to start gaming.

"Unless you're busy," he said.

I sighed. Not like I could tell him, naw I'm too busy not doing what I'm paid to do. "No, I'll be right up."

I hung up the phone and shoved it back into my pocket.

(I wonder what he could want to talk about.)

I didn't really want to move, but it beat sitting around I guessed. I left the room and headed for the elevator to go to the 12th floor.

July 24th, 10:28 AM

Prosecutor's Office, Room 1202

I gently knocked on the door and entered. Edgeworth was seated as his desk reading over some case files. He looked up when I walked in.

"Good morning," he said.

"Morning," I replied. "What's up?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, before speaking.

"Since that last case, you haven't been yourself."

(You're telling me...)

"Well, so what? Not like it matters. I still come to work," I shrugged.

He looked at me, with a face that seemed to scream 'are you serious?'

"I'm not interested in whether you come to work or not. I'm concerned about your condition," he said setting his papers aside.

"I don't have a condition. If you don't have anything else to add, I'm going to go back to my office."

I turned on my heels, on my way out.

HOLD IT!

I nearly crawled out of my skin. "This isn't court," I flinched.

"If you're truly okay, why is it I've received word of your poor work performance? The fact that many of your assignments are now going uncompleted? Or how I hear you come in and leave, much like some sort of specter," he said bluntly. "I may not have seen you much, but I do hear things."

Hmph. Damn water cooler conversations. It seemed no matter where you were people would talk about you behind your back.

"Look, it's not a big deal," I said turning to look at him.

Edgeworth ignored my comment. "You need to get a grip."

I folded my arms. "I've already got one."

"Will you ever start being honest with yourself?" he asked in an exasperated tone.

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I really don't want to talk about this anymore."

"You haven't talked about it at all, Lyn. You keep everything to yourself. "

"And how do you know that?" I asked.

"Funny you ask," he said tapping his temple half amused, half irritable. "I happened to receive a call from Wright the other day about your meeting at some noodle stand."

(Well, shit.)

I ran a hand through my hair and wiped my forehead. I sighed. I knew there was no escaping it now.

"Sometimes, I really can't stand you," I said sourly.

"And I assure you, the feeling is mutual," he replied arms folded.

We glared at each other for a bit until I gave up trying to shoot laser beams out of my eyes at him. One could dream. I grumpily plopped down on his couch. I said nothing for a good five minutes, with the hopes that he'd just forget it. But I looked over, and there he was watching, waiting for me.

"Okay, fine," I said folding my arms. "What do you want from me? You want me to tell you how miserable I am? How I hate things right now? How much I hate sitting in my office because I can't stop remembering how I almost died?"

He said nothing, but stared on quietly.

"OR," I pointed in mock enthusiasm at him feeling a wave of heat run through my body. "How I can't stop seeing blood even though it's not there anymore? How I can't sleep at night? How I'm not cut out for this? How badly I want to go home?"

I didn't realize how upset I was because I noticed I was trembling somewhat. And then I felt the tears rolling down my cheek too. Ugh. I felt so disgusted with everything. I started trying to wipe away all the tears in embarrassment. Edgeworth stood up from his desk and took a seat next to me on the sofa.

"I do."

I...didn't understand. This was pathetic. I was being utterly pathetic. I stopped sniffling and trying to wipe my face to look at him. The gray eyes were fixed upon me, unwavering.

"You've been through a lot. And to deny those experiences is stupid. It just hurts you more," he said reaching into his pocket to lend me a handkerchief.

I took it gladly starting to wipe my eyes.

"It's why I keep telling you not to run from things, because in time they will catch up with you."

"It's scary, though," I said quietly.

"It is," he paused. "But nothing ever changes until you face your problems. I learned the hard way."

A brief silence passed between us.

"In the future, if something is wrong just admit that it is. And at least that way you can work toward a solution."

"A solution?" But how could I fix this?

"I think you're in need of a break," he said as though he had read my mind. "Leaving here for a while might restore your spirits."

"But...what would I do?" The idea was weird for me since I would always come to this office. It was my new life, even if I wasn't actually doing any work here.

"Are you not telling me on a regular basis to relax?" For the first time in a while Edgeworth smiled wryly. "Next week I plan on going to London to study the legal system. I'll be there for a while, and I'm thinking it might be a good idea for you to accompany me- if you're interested, of course. Just to take some time out for you to readjust yourself."

"Really?" I asked surprised, but steadily feeling the sadness be replaced with excitement. "I could really go with you?"

He nodded.

"I'll be busy with work, but I'm certain you'd find much to do there," he said. "Have you been to Europe before?"

I shook my head. "I've never left North America."

"Tsk," Edgeworth said tapping his forehead. "That is unfortunate."

"Is that snobbery I hear?" I teased feeling better.

"Hmph. It is my opinion that everyone should go at least once in their lifetime."

"Snob," I laughed, sniffling a little. "But...I really am interested. I've always wanted to go."

"Good," he smirked. "In that case, let me assist you with preparations."

July 31st, 11:45 AM

Flight I-780, iFly Airlines

Edgeworth pretty much did everything when it came to getting the business matters in order, in terms of getting the plane tickets and hotel rooms straight. I just paid him my fair share. Because to be completely honest, I had next to no idea what I was doing. I had never been good at managing real life details, they just confused me and took me a lot longer to do than most.

Besides that I couldn't tell you how excited I was. After venting to Edgeworth and being invited along to England I felt a bit better, more so than I had felt in weeks. I even felt like hanging around Maya before going too. She didn't seem as concerned about me as she had been before, maybe because I had reiterated how she hadn't done anything to bother me and how I was just moody. Or maybe because I felt enthusiasm about this trip. Either way, things were normal again between us and I knew I had nothing to worry about on that front, because God forbid I lose one of the very few friends I had here.

I got everything packed a few nights before, and called for a cab in the morning to get to the airport. I was overwhelmed before I managed to find Edgeworth though, since I wasn't used to air travel. I had only been on a plane once in my entire life, and that was when I was barely a teenager. Once Edgeworth learned that was he incredulous, finding it very hard to believe I wasn't accustomed to air travel. I guessed it just went to show the difference between being broke and being well off. After his disbelief passed, I followed his lead and we went through security, had baggage checked and placed and then eventually boarded.

We were in the air now as the plane had taken off an hour ago. Our seats were first class and man was it fucking awesome! Everything was so fancy! There was so much room to spread out and the seats were actually comfortable too! This was way better than coach! I heard there were levels, so I thought maybe if I had nothing to do, I'd go explore em. But I for the time being I was buckled in at my window seat looking out at the sky and giant puffy clouds. Edgeworth was sitting next to me with a book in hand in the aisle seat.

"Liking it so far?" Edgeworth asked.

"Yep! But I told you, I've been on a plane before," I replied.

"Yes, but you're acting as though you've never been on a plane before."

"...Shh." I said still looking out the window. "It's exciting, okay?"

"Will you be looking out the window the entire trip?" he teased.

"Maybe I will," I replied turning to look at him. "I have 9 hours to kill. Staring at clouds would be a good way to pass that time."

"As if your head isn't already in the clouds," he said shaking his head smirking.

"Hey..." I had no comeback for that. Damn. "And what do you plan on doing?"

"Do some reading about the law system in England," Edgeworth said opening his book to a bookmarked page.

"What a nerd."

He rolled his eyes. "It's called being productive where I'm from."

"Yeah, and where I'm from that's called being a nerd."

"Remind me to never to go where you're from," he said.

"Done deal," I grinned deciding to go back to staring out of the window.

Of course I wasn't planning on doing that for the entirety of the trip. I had only watched intently from the beginning looking at the shrinking landmass as we went higher and higher into the sky. Ascending just fascinated me. To think that we could even fly, something birds and insects could do was pretty incredible. The rest of the time was spent daydreaming, to be frank.

In my carry on bag, I had brought a sketch pad and some pencils so I could draw. I had some music too if I needed it. I felt like drawing so I took out my pad of thick paper and a pencil. I hadn't drawn much of anything in it besides a few random sketches of people, some I made up and some I knew. I had drawn a sketch of Maya and Phoenix just because she wouldn't stop asking me to draw them after she had seen my sketchbook. She liked my impression of her despite my cartoonish style, but drew over the one I had of Phoenix, claiming it wasn't spiky enough. I hadn't drawn much of anything else so I figured it was a good time to start.

An hour and a half had passed. I had done some basic figure posing drawings for a while before moving on to do something a bit more detailed. I got some glances at some passengers and flight attendants walking by, so I did some quick impression sketches. I took a break from it trying to think of what to do next.

(Maybe...)

I looked at Edgeworth. He seemed to be buried in his book and hadn't noticed me staring. It would be a boring drawing considering he was just reading. Edgeworth looked as though he could burn a hole through that book. He even looked a bit tense too. I wondered if the book on law was really that interesting to evoke that kind of response out of him. Out of curiosity, I leaned over slightly in an attempt to see if I could get a look at its contents. Interestingly enough, I didn't see any fine printed text on law.

What I did see, was a brightly colored two page spread of The Steel Samurai fighting the Evil Magistrate.

I pulled away, covering my mouth to prevent myself from laughing. I couldn't believe it. Had he even read that law book for any of the trip? Had he been reading Steel Samurai comics the whole time? Has he only been reading one comic? Or did he bring more? I must of have let a few chuckles slip out as I contemplated the possibilities, because Edgeworth turned to look at me.

"What's so funny?" he asked suspiciously.

"...Nothing, I just remembered something from a while ago," I said turning away from him, looking directly out the window.

If I kept looking at him, I knew I would crack. I'd just burst out laughing. Edgeworth said nothing more, and I assumed he went back to reading. I didn't dare turn around.

Whereas other men would be desperately trying to hide their porn magazines, Edgeworth would be the one man to be hiding their stash of comic books, and God knows what other geeky things. As much as he didn't want to admit it, I knew he was a bit of kid deep down. He just wanted to cover it up by holding that guise of the in control adult. But to me it was silly, it's not like one couldn't be mature and sensible because they enjoyed things like that.

But I couldn't believe he would try to use such an old trick like that to hide the fact he was reading a comic book. It was even funnier to me that he thought it would go unnoticed during the flight. I could have easily pointed it out, but I wanted to keep the satisfaction to myself that I had caught him red handed being a fanboy when he was trying to conceal the already blatantly obvious fact. I'd let him think I hadn't a clue. And besides that he did invite me on this trip, so I could afford to be a...little nice. For the time being anyway.

Evidence:

Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.

Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.

Profiles:

Maya Fey: Age 19. Probably my best friend at this point.

Miles Edgeworth: Age 26. My mentor. When he's not giving me a hard time, he's kind of nice.

Detective Gumshoe: Age 33. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.

Larry Butz: Age 25. My favorite wannabe casanova.

Judge: Age ?. Old timer judge. No one know his real name.

Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.

Phoenix Wright: Age 26. The man I'm supposed to be saving. Pretty awesome dude.