"Come on Edgey!" "Dammit, Wright, there's not a good place to climb over here!" "Yes there is! Move over to the right." "I see it now." I climbed the blurry cliff, barely seeing anything clear in the dream. I continued up. Wright, the only thing not blurry, stuck out his hand for me. I accepted it, kicking my legs off the wall to get on top. "Wow," Wright whispered under his breath, smiling as usual. "Beautiful view, ain't it?" "Yeah, if only the clouds would go away." Wright shuffled to the edge. "Be careful!" I shouted. "I'm fine, it feels stu-" The thin rock cracked and broke under Wright's weight. "WRIGHT!" I jumped at him, not thinking. I grabbed his hand, but I fell too, quickly grasping for a ledge. Wright looked up and saw me grabbing the legde even thinner than the one he feel on. "Edgey, let go! That can't hold both of us!" I looked up at the ledge, finger's slipping, the ledge itself cracking, almost all hope lost. "I know." I used all my strength to pull the surprisingly light Wright back to the top, losing my grip in the process. Then, falling, the dark strangling me, like the Lucifer the snake wrapping around my neck.


"Do you think he looks cute when he sleeps?" "Maya, stop. Looks like he's having a nightmare." "Maybe you should cuddle him, then. Make him feel better." "Maya, please quit." My eyes fluttered open, hearing the voices. "Great, Maya, you woke him up!" "Whatever. He would have kept sleeping if you cuddled him." "I said stop it! Gosh, girls. Never grow out of the teenage faze." My hands were gripping the thin sheet, elbows to my chest. An extra blanket that I don't remember pulling up was also draped over me. I sat up on my elbow, looking straight into Wright's eyes. Sitting on the couch next to him was a girl in white, black hair in purple beads. "Hey, Edgeworth!" I stared at her, about to ask the question that I asked everybody else. Thankfully, Wright interfered before I could. "Maya, he has amnesia. Remember, I told you that on the way here with Pearls and the rest." "Your lucky they're not in here, having you call them 'the rest.'" "Sometimes I wonder how I put up with you." Wright looked back at me. "Do you remember anything about Maya?" I didn't want to have to do this, having to think to remember somebody. "Maya...Fey?" Maya clapped. "Getting somewhere." Phoenix sighed. "Anything else?" To be fair, I remembered Wright first in this memory, then Maya. I remembered Phoenix slam his hands on the desk and point towards me. That stubborn 'hold it' every time a witness said something. The embarrassing line I said to him about feelings I didn't want. Then I remembered a blurry Maya, more purple than white, sitting in the chair next to the witness stand. I couldn't fully recognize her face, but it looked almost...defeated. "Did I try to...prosecute her?" I guessed, hearing Wright telling me I was a prosecutor yesterday. "Yeah." Maya laughed, looking at my face. "You would never do that now, though. You didn't know me at the time." "Still, I feel bad." "Oh, come on. Shake it off!" A girl in pink walked in, followed by a boy in red, and a young adult female in yellow. "Mr. Edgeworth!" they all screamed in unison. I could pick out a few things each of them said, but not a full sentence, all of them talking at once. "It's so great to see your okay-" "Do you feel alri-" "I'm surprised you only came out with 'that' inju-" Phoenix smiled at all of them. "Where's Trucy?" he asked. The girl in yellow started scratching the back of her head. "Well, she was having a break down in the bathroom. Me and Pearl tried to help her, (Apollo's a boy, so) but she said she wanted to be alone." Phoenix's frown replaced the smile. "Why was she crying?!" The boy, Apollo I guessed, spoke up for Athena. "She wouldn't say. From what I heard it sounded like she had a few Psyche-Locks." Phoenix ran out the door, shaking his head. Everybody once again turned to me. The girl in pink, Pearl I assumed, but I felt the need to call her Pearls, was the first to speak after a moment of silence. "Do you remember any of us, Mr. Edgeworth?" I felt my face turn red, not liking the attention. "Um, Pearls, right?" She jumped up with joy. "Do you remember Mystic Maya?" "Mystic?" "Pearly, he doesn't call me Mystic, your the only one that calls me that!" "I'm sorry Mystic May-" "Ugh!" Apollo and the girl in yellow laughed, revealing their perfect teeth. "Well, I'm Apollo, and this is Athena." I tried hard to remember the two, but all I could see was them with Wright, and even then the memory was blurry. It was a trial, that's for sure. Was the defendant Black...black...black something. He had a bird, too. Something about a Phantom...I was starting to get a headache from thinking about it. I winced, pulling my hand up to my head. Athena gasped, her own hand moving to her mouth. "Are you alright?!" "Yes, I'm fine, thank you." She glared, not fully trusting me. Apollo nudged her in the elbow and nodded towards my face with a head tilt. "Oh yeah! Do you want your glasses, Mr. Edgeworth?" "Glasses?" I wasn't that surprised at the information I had glasses, I could barely read the clock on the wall and I had a image of snapping my glasses closed in court, slipping them into my pocket. "Um, I hope you don't mind, but yes, I would." Athena nodded, running to get Wright. Apollo blushed, not knowing what to talk about. "Are you feeling alright? That was a huge fall. Thanks for, uh, saving Mr. Wright. I don't know what I would do if he... if he..." "I'm sorry, Apollo." "For what?! I mean, you could have died, but you didn't even think twice about helping him. I'm glad you saved him, though. I'm the one who should be saying sorry, about your amnesia, and legs." "Now why would you say sorry for that?!" Apollo stroked back the two pieces of his hair that were standing straight up. "Well, I just feel bad, and, um..." Maya sighed. "You do really need to stop saying your sorry for stuff that you aren't even involved in," Maya interrupted. Apollo kept stuttering. "Well, I...I know it's not my fault, but I-I'm just saying sorry in a-a sympathetic way." That made me upset for some strange reason, and all of them could tell. "Sorry, Mr. Edgeworth! I forgot about...yeah." Maya shook her head. Athena came running back in with the glasses, Wright, and a red faced girl with a blue top hat and cape. "Here you go, Mr. Edgeworth." "Oh, thank you...Athena." "No problem!" I turned my attention to Wright and the new girl, Trucy maybe? She had her eyes closed shut, stifling back tears. "Are you alright?" I asked. She did nothing, her eyes still closed. I looked at Wright for answers, but he just kept rubbing Trucy's shoulder. "Trucy," he whispered. "It's alright." "No it's not," she finally spoke. "I can't take it. I can't look." I sat there, wondering what she meant. "Trucy, what are you worried about?!" "I can't even bear the thought that he won't remember me. I can't just look at someone I love who's hurt and pained, papa! I couldn't bear to look at you and I can't bear to look at Daddy!" "DADDY?! Is she my daughter?! Is Wright and my relationship closer than he and Larry put on?! Wait, that's stupid. Two men can't have a child, but did I adopt her with Wright? Wait, but he said I had to stay at his place, or is that my place as well?" The thoughts where swirling in my head too fast. I hugged her. I scolded her. I watched her preform magic. I took her to the amusement park she always wanted to go to. I got another sharp stabbing pain in my head, but used all my will power not to make a noise, not wanting to hurt Trucy anymore. "Trucy?" She kept her eyes closed, but turned her face towards my voice. "I'm sorry. I probably look terrible." Wright gave me a glare. "But, even though I don't have the memory, I still love you, and even though I have amnesia, that doesn't change the fact. Memories go away, not love itself. I want to see those eyes Trucy, and if you want me to remember you, you have to open them." Wright and Apollo's eyes snapped open. Trucy's eyes softened the grip as she gave a sad smile. "You would always say something like that." She took a deep breath and revealed her deep blue eyes, starting to fill with tears again when she saw me. "Da-Daddy!" Like pretty much everyone else, she hugged me, but she was crying on my shoulder. I returned the hug, rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. Wright smiled and shoved everybody out, including himself. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy! I ab-a banded you!" "No you didn't, honey. You're here right now, right?" "I thought you were go-going to d-d-d-die in your sleep! I lost hope, Daddy! I'm sorry!" "Ssh, it's okay, honey. It's alright." She continued to cry. "Da-Daddy?" "Yes, honey?" "Do you forgive me?" "I don't see what you are apologizing for, but if it will make you feel better, then yes, I forgive you." She pulled back from my grip around her back. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, honey."