His porcelain Dollie tries to make him forget his future. Her sweet words urge him to drown in her fantasy for just a moment longer. And he does.

She tells him stories of what happened during her time in jail. He smiles like a parent letting their child tell them fairy tales, because jail is too cold and real for her—she was never in jail. She vanished to her little glass box to be completely unreal for awhile, only now returning, however insubstantially, to the real world for reasons unknown. (He hopes it was to be with him, but that, like her very existence, is too good to be true).

Then she asks him of his life, and his tongue feels heavy and weighted with lead but he tells her, tells her reluctantly, and then when he gets to the part with him in it, he looks up and he is at the door.

The reality of his future stands at the door with a knife in his hand, and points at the ghost of his past and yells, angry, a single word, You.

She looks up at him, her eyes wide and fearful, and he fears even though he can't touch her (because she is not real). But he can break her glass box, shatter her crystalline shield into pieces, and he can't let him do that to her.

But it's too late, and there is blood on his hands, her blood, which he thinks might be real even though Dahlia is not. And there's blood on her ice-pale porcelain cheek, and blood on her ice-pale porcelain hands, and blood in her blood-colored hair, and the dream is a nightmare and she runs out the door and he stands, stands, just staring, caught between the ghost of his past and the reality of his future.

He tries to open his mouth and tell Edgeworth that he loves him, loves him deep and true and forever, but sometimes, just sometimes, he is too real and they are too real. Edgeworth is sweat and polished wood the press and rumors and the stink of scorn and scandal. Dollie is porcelain and crystal and fairy tales and a refreshing circus of glass fakery.

So caught between her lie and his honesty, Phoenix Wright chooses escape and runs into the darkness, following her white ghost-form.

Dollie, he yells, Dollie, Dollie, it's all right, he doesn't mean it, DOLLIE! He chases her and this can't be real, because why would he attack her and suddenly he isn't sure what is real anymore…..

…and then she is before him, his beautiful crystalline princess, his porcelain Dollie, reaching out a hand. And it's college again and too good to be true because nobody so beautiful could ever choose him, so she is not real….

…and then he hears him behind him, reality and sweat and honest love never tainted by lie or mockery. He's saying don't do this Phoenix don't do this I love you I love you I love you I love you and his words are real and his feelings are real….

Then he's grabbing him and kissing him furiously and it's TOO real and all he wants is ESCAPE and Escape is before him and he breaks from Reality's grasp and runs for her outstretched hand, and for a moment he's running backwards in time from the heat of Future's kiss into the ice of Past's smile…

…and there's darkness and he's falling and dying and he reaches for Dollie but she vanishes and he smiles contentedly; it's all right because none of this is real.