The court was back from recess, and everyone seemed to have settled down from the excitement from before. The judge banged his gavel, signifying the continuation of the court proceedings.

"The next witness may be called." The judge instructed.

"Bring Glenn Warner to the stand." Miles said, crossing his arms.

Glenn was escorted to the stand by a bailiff, and he looked over to Maya and Franziska and flashed a smile. Daniel looked relieved to see his friend on his side too.

Miles jumped right into it, "State your name and occupation, witness."

Glenn clenched his fists and perked up, "My name is Glenn Warner! I work for Danny as his apprentice!"

Franziska immediately flinched and hung her head with an annoyed sigh. Maya looked at her, confused, before Edgeworth cut in.

"Objection, Your Honor!" He shouted defiantly, "This witness is biased for the defendant. His income and livelihood depend on Mr. Tanner's acquittal in this trial!"

"I specifically told him to not mention the apprenticeship…" Franziska muttered, finally gathering the energy to stand up straight again and rebut Edgeworth's claims, "Objection! No witness is completely unbiased! Shall I bring Detective Rice back here to prove it? He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer in regards to Daniel Tanner's guilt!"

The judge instead focused on Glenn, leaning forward and speaking in a softer tone that was probably only reserved for kids, "Now, Mr. Warner, you do understand that lying in court is a crime, correct?"

"Yessir!" Glenn nodded, "W-Wait, I mean yes, Your Honor!"

"So that means that you cannot lie for the sake of your mentor. Do you understand?" The judge asked further.

"I understand, Your Honor." Glenn calmed down considerably, "I'll only tell the truth. Danny wouldn't want me to lie for him, anyways."

"Then I see no problem in allowing this witness to testify. Please, Mr. Warner, tell us about the night of the crime." The judge said.

Franziska felt a wave of relief rush over her. She was starting to see the troubles of being on the defense now.

Glenn let out a calming breath and straightened out, obviously determined, "Alright! Well, it was pretty late. Noises outside caught my attention, so I looked out the window and I could see Ireland shouting at this truck. I heard a strange voice from in the truck telling Ireland to hop in, and Ireland did it. Then they were off. I'd put that all going down at around 1:50 in the morning. I could manage to make out the numbers on my clock beside my bed."

Maya looked at some of the papers on the defense bench. The autopsy report listed the estimated time of death at 2:20 in the morning. It was certain that whoever it was Glenn saw was the killer.

Franziska, however, had her eyes narrowed and her fist clenched on the desk. Maya looked over at her with an eyebrow raised, "What's wrong?" Maya asked.

"He's being a lot more vague than he was with us yesterday." Franziska muttered, her expression reading as conflicted, "I have reason to assume he is either hiding something, or he wasn't truthful yesterday when he told us his story."

Hand covering her mouth, Maya turned over to Glenn, concerned. Their key witness was suddenly throwing a wrench in their case.

"The defense may start its cross examination." The judge stated.

Franziska just let out a sigh and stared Glenn right in the eye. She clenched her jaw, but eventually she broke the silence to begin her questioning, "Could you explain in more detail what you meant by this 'strange voice?'"

Glenn nodded, "I'd never heard it before. I think I would recognize Danny's voice too, so I don't think it was Danny."

Franziska pinched the bridge of her nose. She was obviously hesitant to ask, but she had to, "And could you also clarify what you meant by you managing to 'make out the numbers on your clock?'"

Growing visibly uncomfortable, Glenn looked at the ground and shifted on his feet. The judge looked him over, "Witness, please answer the question."

"I… couldn't see very well…" Glenn admitted, face going red from embarrassment.

There it was. The thing that would royally screw their case over. "W-Why?!" Franziska questioned, bringing her arms close to her chest.

"...I didn't have my glasses on at that time."

Franziska groaned and slammed her arms on the bench, dropping her head onto her arms next. Maya slapped her hand to her forehead. Miles was smirking.

"So, you couldn't see who was in the truck, could you, Mr. Warner?" He asked, amusement present in his voice.

Glenn reluctantly shook his head, "I could only make out the color… It was red."

"Let the record reflect that the defendant's truck is also red." Edgeworth stated proudly, "Thank you, Mr. Warner. You may step down."

"W-Wait!" Franziska lifted her head, obviously desperate to find something worthwhile in Glenn's testimony, "I still have questions!"

"Be careful, Ms. Wright. I do not want this court's time to be wasted." The judge warned.

Franziska sighed, running a hand through her hair. She really could use her whip right about now, "Glenn Warner, you told us yesterday that you stayed up late because you were reading. Wouldn't it be hard for you to read without your glasses?"

Glenn pursed his lips and shifted again, "I did stay up to read, but… I fell asleep. Ireland shouting outside woke me back up. I'm sorry…"

"But you are not even wearing glasses right now!" Franziska stammered, "What is the meaning of this?!"

"I'm wearing contacts. I'm only supposed to wear one pair per day… I had taken mine out by that point in the night. I use glasses whenever my contacts are out…" Glenn admitted shamefully.

Franziska banged her fist on the desk in defeat, and she lowered her head to keep her face out of view. She was starting to wonder if there was a huge 'kick me' sign on the defense's bench.

Glenn saw Franziska's disappointment, so he was quick to add before he was escorted away, "I-I may not have good eyesight, but I'm not deaf! I know what I heard! It wasn't Danny yelling for Ireland to hop in the truck! You gotta believe me!"

The judge sounded his gavel in response to the outburst, "Order! That's enough!"

Maya looked over towards Franziska, who had her entire upper body resting on the bench. Maya just frowned and patted Franziska's shoulder, which elicited a defeated groan from the blue-haired woman.

Leaning back in his chair, the judge stroked his beard, "I'm afraid I am at an impasse. I cannot give a verdict at this time. I instruct both the prosecution and defense to investigate these matters further. Court is adjourned until tomorrow." He struck his gavel, and that was that.

Franziska and Maya returned to the defendant lobby, where Franziska just sat down on the couch and instantly leaned forward and placed her head in her hands. Maya sat down next to her crossing her legs and lacing her fingers together. Daniel was escorted in soon after.

"Hey, you guys…" Daniel said cautiously, moving to stand in front of the couch, "You did great today. Don't take this as a loss."

Maya smiled faintly, "Heh… That's what we're supposed to say to you… You're supposed to be the one who's the wreck right about now, not us two.."

There was the unmistakable sound of leather clenching, which told Daniel and Maya that Franziska was still not comforted yet as she was balling her fists tightly.

"Ms. Franziska…" Daniel kneeled down so he was closer, "Please don't be upset. I still believe that you can pull through. If anyone can, it's you."

Franziska weakly lifted her head, and her expression read with the same confusion as the last time Daniel said that he trusted her, except it was also mixed in with annoyance from having the trial drag on another day. She let out a low hum before she shifted her gaze to the window looking into the main hall. Edgeworth was right about to leave, and that spurred her into action.

"I'll be back shortly…" She said beneath her breath, exiting from the defendant lobby and speed-walking to catch up with Miles before he left.

"Edgeworth!" She shouted, getting Miles to stop in his tracks and turn around. Franziska used that opportunity to get closer, "Give me your cravat this instant."

Miles furrowed his brow and raised his arm between himself and Franziska to hold her at bay, "What?! No. I'm not giving you my cravat."

Franziska simply reached out and undid the cravat with ease since she knew how Miles constructed it, taking the long strip of fabric and tugging at it, "You can go now. I got what I wanted."

Miles was just frozen in shock, utterly baffled by Franziska's actions, "Why even-"

Twisting the fabric in her hands, Franziska then thwacked Miles with it like she would with her whip, "...This'll do nicely...for now." She commented to herself before spinning on her heel and walking off.

Miles looked down at where his cravat used to be and frowned. He knew better than to fight it, so he just turned around and left, shaking his head.

Franziska returned to the defendant lobby, looking and feeling considerably better. Maya grimaced at the sight of a pseudo-whip. Daniel just looked confused, but didn't ask.

"Maya Fey, you heard the judge. We have to investigate further." Franziska looked back at Daniel, "We will find something concrete to get you the acquittal. That I promise, Daniel Tanner."

Daniel nodded and smiled. Maya stood up from the couch and joined with Franziska, but not before waving goodbye to Daniel, "Bye, Danny! We'll visit you at the Detention Center if we find anything!"

"I won't be going anywhere!" Daniel joked before being led away by the bailiffs. Franziska and Maya left soon after.

"Y'know…" Maya began, hands behind her back, "You can just call me Maya. You don't need to throw my last name in there all the time."

"Force of habit." Franziska explained simply with a sigh, "If you insist, I'll stop… Maya."

Maya grinned a bit, "So where are we headed first?"

"Since our key witness came up short… I'd say we continue where we were last: trying to interrogate Ireland Boyd's wife." Franziska said, "It would be strange if she was still gone. I'll also have to look to see if Dawn Jennings' deposition has been taken yet."

Nodding, Maya clapped her hands together then pointed forward, "Let's go then!"


When Franziska and Maya arrived at Mrs. Boyd's house, they were once more stopped by Glenn, who looked quite shaken up following what happened in court that day.

"H-Hey!" Glenn shouted from across the street when the two ladies arrived.

Franziska looked back towards the voice and frowned. Maya covered her mouth in concern as Glenn ran up to them. On closer inspection, Glenn's face was red and his eyes were swollen like he had just been crying.

"I-I'm sorry about today… I'm so sorry…" Glenn said, pushing back tears and swallowing any sobs that threatened to come out. He looked at the ground and clenched his fists.

"Aww… Don't be said, Glenn!" Maya frowned, "You still helped us out, even if you don't know it yet."

"I'm sorry… I messed up…" Glenn sniffled, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He was outright crying, and he covered his eyes with his hands, "Please don't be mad at me, Ms. Franziska!"

Franziska's eyes widened and she looked at Maya for help. Maya just took a step back and lifted her hands up in surrender, "He's more concerned about disappointing you… That's your problem."

Pursing her lips and wincing at the thought, Franziska slowly reached out to pat Glenn's shoulder, very monotone in her comforting even if for once she tried not to be, "There, there… You have done nothing wrong… I am not angry…" She looked at Maya in a panic again.

Maya just gave a thumbs-up and nodded. A fire flared in Franziska's eyes, but it soon died out when Glenn ended up throwing himself into Franziska's arms, and Franziska was even more clueless as to what to do.

Maya let out a sigh and made a hugging gesture, which Franziska awkwardly imitated on Glenn, patting his back.

Franziska eventually relaxed from her stiff posture, letting out a sigh and actually trying to be comforting, "Please, don't cry. You've helped us out a great amount. Without your information on Dawn Jennings, we wouldn't have been able to get a statement from her that gives Daniel Tanner an alibi."

Glenn seemed to finally calm down enough to pull away from Franziska, but he was still sniffling. He wiped at his eyes weakly and let out a sigh, "Okay, no more crying… Is, uh.. Is there anything else I can do to help? I still feel bad…"

Franziska looked over at Maya with an insistent look that said 'you're handling this one.' Maya thought it over before asking, "What was that church rehabilitation program you were talking about? You know, where Dawn and Danny met?"

"It's The House of the Eternal Light. It's a couple blocks down this street.." Glenn pointed down the road, "You can't miss it."

Franziska furrowed her eyebrows in thought, "What sect of religion does that church even practice?"

"Who knows." Glenn sighed, "The priest is the strangest person I've ever met. Careful with him."

At that moment, a car pulled up near them, and out popped none other than Gumshoe.

"Scruffy…" Franziska said once laying eyes on him, confused, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, sir… I saw a kid crying and you were here, so I thought I'd check this out…" Gumshoe said uncomfortably.

Franziska growled, "Are you insinuating that I was the one to make him cry?!"

Gumshoe flinched, "It's not completely unfounded…"

"He's got a point…" Maya frowned, glancing away.

Franziska took the cravat she stole from Miles and twisted it, smacking Gumshoe upside the head with it. It got a laugh out of Glenn, so she was doing something right.

"Don't worry. She didn't do anything." Glenn said with a smile.

Nodding, Gumshoe just shot Franziska an apologetic look and took a step away, "Understood, pal. I should be off now then…"

"Wait." Franziska said firmly, "Where are you off to, Scruffy?"

"The house of...energy life." Gumshoe said, uncertain, "Some church down the street. We have reason to believe that the priest can establish a clear timeline for the case."

"What a coincidence." Franziska grinned teasingly, "We're headed there as well."

Gumshoe scratched at the back of his head awkwardly, "Just so you know, Edgeworth is there as well."

Franziska tugged at Miles's old cravat, "Perfect. Maya, let's go pay my brother a visit."

Maya just nodded, "Got it!"

It was an awkward reunion at the church once everyone had arrived. Gumshoe was the one who was the most visibly uncomfortable, Maya was keeping her distance, and Miles and Franziska kept exchanging strange looks. It was quite the childish feud they were having. They were really starting to look like siblings at that point.

Miles and Franziska essentially had the priest, Jeffrey May, surrounded for his questioning. It was a bit daunting, but he wasn't showing much discomfort. His own eccentricity canceled out with the oddity with Miles and Franziska.

"We've been told that you may have some information regarding the night of Ireland Boyd's murder." Miles started it off.

Jeffrey put a finger to his lips and shushed Miles, "Shh… I'm getting a message from the light…" He closed his eyes, holding out his arms, "Hmm… They're permitting me to speak. Yes, I do have information."

Franziska crossed her arms and stomped her foot, already fed up with this man, "Then spill it."

Jeffrey placed his hands together and nodded, "On the night of the murder, I was plagued with horrible nightmares. I thought the light was sending me a message about the darkness threatening to take over one of my subjects, so I called Mr. Tanner because I was concerned. I recorded my thoughts and actions in my dream journal."

"Dream…journal." Franziska repeated, dumbfounded, "Dear god…"

"Ah!" Jeffrey exclaimed in shock, holding his hands out towards Franziska, "Do not say that name on these holy grounds of the light! I can protect you now, but the light will not be so forgiving the next time."

Franziska looked at Miles, who was fighting off a grin. Franziska just growled at the sight, and Miles carried on in questioning Jeffrey. "Would it be possible if we could see the dream journal to establish a clear timeline?"

Jeffrey's eyes shot wide and he placed a finger to his temple, "The light is speaking to me…!"

"Here we go again…" Franziska rolled her eyes.

A few moments later, Jeffrey just shook his head insistently, "I cannot share the contents of the dream journal with just anyone."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Miles crossed his arms and gave Jeffrey a strange look, "Our sources tell us that you read the contents of the dream journal aloud during mass. Why can you not tell us?"

"Don't be foolish, Miles Edgeworth!" Franziska scoffed, unfolding her arms and shoving Miles' shoulder, "The prosecution cannot have this one! There's an expectation of privacy when recording thoughts and actions in a dream journal so the state cannot search or seize his property without reason!"

Miles stumbled a bit to the side from Franziska's shove, but he brushed it off and countered quickly, "Expectation of privacy? Please… It's shared between the people of the church!"

"An expectation of privacy can exist even if it's between more than two parties! The expectation is that the contents of the dream journal are not shared outside of the church!" Franziska snapped her fingers to get Jeffrey's attention, "You! Is what I've said not correct? That the contents of the dream journals are not to be shared outside of the church?"

Jeffrey nodded, "Yes, that's true! Only followers of the Eternal Light are allowed audience to a reading of a dream journal!"

Franziska looked over at Miles and crossed her arms proudly. Miles grumbled something under his breath before looking back at Jeffrey, "Please, we do not wish to pry. We only want to have the entry on the night of Ireland Boyd's murder."

Jeffrey shook his head, "Rules are rules. I do not wish to disobey the light."

"There is one fix I can think of for the prosecution…" Franziska grinned teasingly, stepping closer to Miles and poking his forehead with her finger, "Get baptized as a follower of the Eternal Light, and the information's yours."

Miles grimaced at the mere thought of it all. Eventually he grew fed up with it all, and he turned towards Gumshoe, "Gumshoe! We're leaving! This was a dead end and a waste of time." He spared one last look at Franziska before spinning around and storming off.

Franziska shot a grin back at Maya and waved her up next to her. Maya was at her side in seconds, "I don't think I've ever seen Edgy so bothered before!"

"Well, if I have any hopes of winning this trial for the defense, I figured that I'd have to know the law better than Miles did to get the advantage." Franziska laughed below her breath, "It seems to be working. Now… where was I? Oh, right. Jeffrey May! Tell us about how you know Ireland Boyd."

"Everyone knows Ireland Boyd. He is tainted with darkness and is a despicable man. His wife… Oh, his poor wife… I've tried so hard to persuade her to leave him, but she wouldn't do it. He beats her and her kids, yet she stays… I don't understand it." Jeffrey said in lament.

Franziska nodded, "Is there anything else you can say about the night of the murder?"

"Nothing else sticks out to me." Jeffrey shook his head, "It took a few calls to Daniel's home phone and then a call to his cell for him to pick up at around 1:55 in the morning. I believe I woke him up. He sounded bothered."

Drawing in her lower lip between her teeth, Franziska narrowed her eyes and turned her head away, "Dammit…!"

Maya immediately gasped and covered her mouth, "Franziska! This is sacred ground! Watch yourself!"

Franziska just shot Maya a glare and spun on her heel, walking away. Maya eventually followed, catching up with Franziska outside.

"What's the matter this time?" Maya asked, confused.

Franziska shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, "The prosecution can make the argument about the possibility of Daniel Tanner being away from home at the time of the phone call, which would mean he was the one to take Ireland Boyd to Gourd Lake to kill him." She gritted her teeth, "If he didn't answer his home phone but answered his cell… That could mean he wasn't home to hear the first few calls. That throws a wrench in our case."

Maya's shoulders sagged, "Aw, darn… That's not good at all… What are we going to do?"

"Pray to god that Dawn Jenning's deposition arrives in time for the trial." Franziska sighed, "It's the only thing that can give Daniel Tanner an alibi."

"How do we know if we got it or not?" Maya asked.

"I requested for it to be dropped off at Phoenix Wright's office." Franziska stated.

Maya nodded, "Then we should check now!" But then she paused, "Oh, wait… Weren't we here to interrogate the wife?"

Franziska threw her arms up in the air in surrender, "I've given up on that. We've been interrupted too many times. I doubt that she holds anything valuable to tell us either."

"If you say so…" Maya trailed off.

Their strong start had crashed and burned at this point.


The deposition was in the office's mailbox, which came as a great relief to both Franziska and Maya. They were eating more ramen as they read over the deposition, to Franziska's great joy and Maya's confusion.

Franziska flipped through the pages of the document, eyebrows raised in amusement, "Well, this girl certainly is a catch…"

Maya tilted her head, noodles hanging out of her mouth, "How so?"

"When the attached note from the Becksdale precinct stressed that the deposition was an untouched, accurate transcription of the interview… I thought nothing of it." Franziska nearly laughed, "They took absolutely nothing out. The entire first page and most of the middle of the deposition is riddled with insults to the detectives questioning her."

"No way!" Maya laughed, leaning forward over the desk, "Show me!"

Franziska held out the paper and pointed to a certain line, one that Maya read over and broke out into a laugh at, "What kind of insult is 'sock-puppet reject,' anyway?" Maya said between laughs.

Shaking her head, Franziska fought off a grin of her own, "I have no idea. Aside from that, this deposition is the gem we need to make our case."

"Even if it didn't help our case, those insults alone make it a gem." Maya teased.

Franziska quirked a brow, but she didn't fight that comment either, "It aligns perfectly with Glenn Warner's testimony. It also asserts that Daniel Tanner never left the house again once he parted ways with Ireland Boyd. The only questionable part about this testimony is how she essentially insinuated that she broke into Daniel Tanner's house that night to surprise him when he got home…" She trailed off, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips.

Maya just shrugged, "No big deal. We've all been there."

Franziska opened her mouth, intending to question further, but she just closed her mouth and let it slide, "Fair enough…"

"Do you think we're going to be okay in court tomorrow?"

There was an uncharacteristic silence from Franziska, and she only looked down at her ramen and continued eating. Maya furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

"Franziska…" She said quietly, "…Why aren't you saying anything?"

Franziska pursed her lips, "Normally I can respond to that question with the utmost confidence that I will do well. I hesitated. I felt it would be best if I just said nothing."

Maya's gaze dropped, "This has got to be hard for you, with all the uncertainty and everything…"

"Maya, I don't mind talking about myself- in fact, I do it quite often. But I don't talk about myself in that way. Not in front of others." Franziska stated plainly, her gaze harsh when looking at Maya.

Maya let out a sigh. She should've expected that response, "Sorry for asking...but you should know that should you ever need to, you could talk about yourself that way with me. You don't need to bottle it up inside. I won't judge you for anything you say."

Franziska scrunched her nose, "What if I told you that I was considering joining the House of the Eternal Light?"

Maya was silent for a moment before she winced slightly, "Okay, maybe I'd just you just a little bit...but only because I'm looking out for you and that's a very stupid decision to make."

"I didn't mean that, just so you know." Franziska stared at her ramen, "I had to check."

"I meant what I said before, though." Maya said, "If you ever decided to actually talk about your feelings, I'll listen."

Franziska clenched her jaw, keeping her gaze fixated on her food and not Maya. She didn't say anything. Maya knew it wasn't something Franziska was ever comfortable with.

"It's getting late." Maya said eventually, "We got a pretty long day ahead of us tomorrow. I don't really think there's any more to this case than what we've already found. I think tomorrow's it for this case."

"I've gotten the same feeling myself." Franziska admitted, closing her eyes and shaking her head, "All I know is that there's only one ending to tomorrow that I can accept."

"The ending where you get your revenge against Miles?" Maya asked.

Franziska shook her head, expression reading that she was hesitant to disclose, "No. The one where Daniel Tanner is cleared of these ridiculous charges and can go free like he deserves."

Maya's lips quirked in a soft grin. There was a lot she wanted to say about Franziska's change of heart, but Maya knew that pressing further would probably negate all progress she had made with Franziska. "Then call it a night. Can't risk losing it tomorrow because you didn't get any sleep, huh?"

Franziska nodded. She silently stood up from the desk and threw away the empty bowl to the ramen they were eating.

Sensing something was off, Maya slowly stepped in between Franziska and the door before Franziska could leave, "Hey… You alright there, Franziska? You're acting a little strange..."

Franziska just looked at Maya, and her expression was unreadable. She was visibly caught up in her own thoughts, and Maya assumed she was conflicted over something, but she couldn't quite imagine what.

"Good night, Maya Fey." Franziska eventually said in a low voice, moving around Maya and walking out of the door.

Maya was left in the dust, and she watched as Franziska left. She felt responsible for whatever was going on in Franziska's mind, and she didn't like that feeling.