Disclaimer: I don't own Phoenix Wright.

A/N: Gumshoe-sama is taking an afternoon nap at the moment. Let's not disturb him and move on with the story.

This chapter was originally 30 pages long, so I split it into half. That's why this chapter seems so short. Sorry.

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You, Me, and The War Between Us

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Chapter Five—Rocky Ground

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Phoenix stood there, unmoving, as he stared at the other man. A sudden horror overwhelmed him, despite his desperate attempts to stay calm. He was out in the middle of Gourd Lake at night with a man he didn't even know. His chest tightened as he watched the man drop the ore into the boat and step closer towards him. Upon impulse, Phoenix shuffled backwards until his leg hit the edge of the boat, rocking it.

"I've been waiting for this day, Mr. Phoenix Wright. The day when you would tell me exactly what I want to know."

"Who are you?" the defense attorney asked, his voice low and surprisingly subtle.

"That is none of your concern," the mysterious man replied.

"Then what do you want?"

"Ah…" Phoenix watched as the other man's head slowly lifted, eyes apparently staring heavenwards, though he couldn't quite see them, and the man looked to the moon. "You were too young to remember it, but a great deal has happened to you in your youth. Not that it's so important now, yet, you are suffering for the mistakes of your family."

Phoenix blinked. "My…family?"

"That's right."

The defense attorney relocated his attention to the calm waters in which he was held hostage in. He was unsure of what was going to happen now, or whether or not he'd be alive after tonight. However, before anything occurred, he wanted to find out the truth.

"You…You're the one who has been sending me those letters, aren't you?"

"Letters?"

"That's right," he nodded. "Letters. Every day for the past week or so I've been receiving letters from a mysterious person. At first, I thought it was associated with the case I just recently closed. However, when seven letters were given to me before I had actually closed the case, I realized that they couldn't be related. They're from you, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Phoenix stalled. W-What? How could he…? Suddenly, he flared up. "What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about!? You've been sending me these death threats for the past two weeks!"

"I don't care much for your tone of voice, Mr. Wright. If I were you, I'd put a cork in my mouth, considering the situation that you're in."

Again Phoenix turned to look at his surroundings. After giving a small, half circle, he grunted and gave his attention back to the man. "You really aren't sending me those letters? How am I supposed to believe that?"

"It doesn't seem like you have much choice in the matter, really. Now then, I'll be the one asking the questions from now on, if you don't mind."

"Before you do…" Phoenix leaned in closer, "…may I ask how you found me?"

The mysterious man gave a small laugh and adjusted the hat on his head. "It's my job, really. Finding people, that is. I'm very good at what I do."

"So, you left that message for me at my office, right? How did you know I would come?"

"Mr. Wright," the man shrugged. "Did you not hear what I just said? I'm very good at what I do. I anticipate people's choices and motives before they, themselves, know what it is that they want."

"In other words, you were following me."

"Precisely," the man nodded. "Whether it had been your office or the courthouse, you would've gotten that message regardless."

The defense attorney looked away. That doesn't make sense. In the end, he made it to both places before even I had gotten there. Either he really is good at what he does, or there's more to the story than what he's telling me.

"Now then, Mr. Wright," Phoenix jerked his gaze back to the other man. "Let's discuss why you're here tonight, shall we? Depending on how you answer my questions, you may be granted an easier outcome."

The attorney took a deep breath. "What is it you want?"

"A man. You know a man and we want him."

"A…man?" Phoenix paused and the wheels in his head began to turn. "What kind of a man?"

"Someone you know quite well, actually. He's a thief and there's something we want back from him."

"What's his name?"

The man chuckled. "That's the catch, Mr. Wright. I'm not allowed to say." Phoenix quirked an eyebrow. "You see, we handle things very confidentially in our department. We're certain he's told you already what it is that he's holding, and all we want from you is a clear confirmation of his location. That's all."

A sudden wind brushed by the two of them. While the other man remained unfazed, Phoenix shuddered with the oncoming cold. He pulled up the collar of his coat again, which had managed to fall somewhat crooked during his walk to the boat docks. There was an uneasy silence to which the attorney wasn't sure how to respond. From the look of things and the hostility of the man's words, he wasn't going to come out of this in one piece.

"A man?" But who? Edgeworth…isn't an option…Detective Gumshoe? That one is hard for me to believe… "I don't know any such man."

"Mr. Wright, don't try my patience. I don't have much left."

The eyes of the attorney became half lidded as his eyebrows lined them in a diagonal manner. "Look, whoever you are, I'm afraid that I can't help you with such little information. No such man exists in my memory, all right?"

"I'm afraid it's not 'all right,' Mr. Wright. Give yourself more credit than what you are. I do believe a person will come to mind."

Phoenix swallowed his anxiety and resumed thinking. I won't be getting out of here at this rate. Couldn't I…Couldn't I just… His gaze wandered to the calm waters. Just jump. Just jump and swim for shore!

"I hope you aren't thinking of jumping in to escape me, Mr. Wright." The younger man broke his attention from the water and looked back up. "Why do you think I came out here in the first place? Have you not been listening to anything I've said? I anticipate the thoughts of people before it even happens. If you jumped in that water right now, you'd freeze to death long before you even made it to shore." Following a shrug, the man continued, "Face it, Mr. Wright. You're stuck in this boat whether you like it or not."

Phoenix grunted at his loss, but looked longingly at the waters. So I'm really stuck?

"What did you mean when you said that this involved my family?" the attorney asked, eyes still upon the water.

"Exactly what I meant. You are suffering for the mistakes of your family. In turn, that is why you are here tonight. Now then, Mr. Wright, your answer please. The location of this man is…?"

"I don't have any clue as to whom we're discussing here." Phoenix tried to keep his voice low, but his heart was racing from fear. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Edgeworth? Detective Gumshoe? Even Larry Butz!"

"Throwing out names won't help you, my friend. But, for the record, none of them are of any concern to me. Try again." A low whimper emitted from the attorney, whose eyes scouted the dark horizons of where he longed to be. "You're sweating quite freely, Mr. Wright. Are you ill?"

"Let me off this boat," Phoenix ordered. "Let me off and I won't tell anyone about this."

"You coward," the man chuckled. "You'd rather run away than face the truth? I'm sorry, but that's not an option. You don't really expect for me to believe that you have no idea as to whom I'm referring to, right?"

"No! I have no idea! Now, please! Please dock the boat!"

The man crouched down to grab something from behind him. Phoenix couldn't see what it was, but he felt the chill of the night's breeze even harder at that moment. His chest released all of its tension, and his heart stopped as his legs began to knock together. A gun. It's a gun, I'm sure of it! He's going to shoot me!

"Last chance, Mr. Wright. Make it a good one. Stolen documentation, your family, and your past. That's your clue."

"I…I…" My family? Grandma? But, what man would've given me information about stolen documentation? There was no one of the sorts from my past who did that. He looked back up, "I don't know."

The man shook his head, tsking. "Wrong answer, Mr. Wright. I'm very disappointed with your uncooperativeness. However, it won't be much of a problem. The one we are looking for will come after he finds out that your dead corpse was found washed up on the shores of Gourd Lake. And once he does, we'll be there to take him into custody."

"W-What? W-Wait…!"

The man stood back up, and Phoenix caught the glint from the shallow light of the moon as it reflected upon a metal rod. A lead pipe…

"Goodbye, Mr. Wright." Phoenix turned as the man's arm came down, attempting to shield his head with his arms.

The blow came harder than anything that Phoenix had ever felt in his life. It missed his forehead, but connected behind his ear, a stinging sensation that rendered his body numb. He could feel his teeth grinding and see various colors appear before his eyes. Even the ringing in his ears caused by the strike could not be shaken, and grew louder with each passing second. He knew he was falling, but was unsure of in which direction. Then, everything coherent became incoherent with his drooping eyelids, and the man that stood before him was now nothing more than a fuzzy picture, scrawled with inconsistencies and irregularity. His body remained afloat as a support held him from behind. Then, slowly his support began to diminish, and warm air hit his face.

"It truly is a tragedy, Mr. Wright."

Then he was falling backwards, legs no longer touching the ground, and his back collided with something cold. All around him was the sound of shattering glass, but then Phoenix found that he couldn't breathe, either. For that matter, he didn't even have the energy to try. But his body was light, like a feather, and continued to drift away from the voice and the various colors. Even the pain stopped for a moment, but he didn't have the strength to concentrate on that for too long. All he knew was that things were comfortable, and that was all that mattered.

However, a small tugging nagged at him, and he realized his chest was burning. How or why it was, though, he didn't know. Being without mass was enough to send him off into a deeper slumber, and he ignored the fiery feeling in his chest for a moment longer. Though the ringing in his ears continued, a slow pounding had fallen into place beside it, until it became louder and louder. Nevertheless, he paid it no mind, the beckoning of his subconscious thoughts taking over.

Then the burning stopped. His chest was growing colder, though the pounding in his head continued. Everything else around him, for that matter, was growing colder, too. It was easy to fall into such an unconscious state, and his eyes saw nothing more after that. Even after his arm endured a mighty tug and his body became heavy again, it was hard to stay focused, but his body seemed to double in weight, and he was suddenly pushing through an impassable force.

Though his body was tired, the extra weight carried him through, until the surface broke and he could hear shattering glass again. It was then that his chest stopped burning, but he couldn't stop the brutal coughs and sputtering. Of course, the hammer beating against his back wasn't helping. Phoenix doubled over with the force, but was held back by the extra weight. A moment later, his body regained its mass and was hurled upwards until it collided with something hard. He rolled, but did not move voluntarily. Another wave of breaking glass was heard and the extra weight fell in beside him. The ground in which he lay on was rocking, but Phoenix did not stir. He could barely grasp the words of another person above him.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, Wright."

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He awoke with a terrible headache. He wasn't sure what time it was or where he was at, but he knew that he had a throbbing, unbearable headache. When Phoenix Wright tried to sit up in bed, he came crashing back down and his hands fled to his face. He moaned for a moment in pain.

"Don't try to strain yourself too much, Nick. It'll just make the headache worse."

Phoenix peeked through his fingers to see Maya Fey sitting on the bed near him, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

"M-Maya?" She nodded. "Where am I?"

"Currently? In bed."

It took everything he had not to give her "the look."

"Seriously."

"All right, all right," she said. "You're in my hotel room."

"R-Really?" Phoenix blinked. Since when had she gotten a hotel room?

She looked at him a moment longer, eyes glossy, and, as though she couldn't help herself, threw her arms around his neck, sobbing.

"You…! You…idiot! I thought you were dead! When I saw them bring you back, I thought the worst and…"

"Maya," Phoenix adjusted himself to her weight and looked to the white ceiling. Indeed, he was in a hotel room. "What happened?"

"There's a lot to it, pal. You sure you wanna know?"

Phoenix glanced over Maya to see Detective Gumshoe leaning against the wall. He had an equally somber look on his face.

"Detective?" Phoenix blinked. "What are you doing here?"

"He helped carry you in," Maya replied quietly, pulling back and wiping her eyes. "Nick…there was blood everywhere…"

"Maya…" he looked from the detective to her. "I…" Then he found the strength to frown. "How did you find me? Why didn't you answer your phone when I tried to call? Where's Cameron?"

"Now, hold on, pal. Let's just take this one easy baby step at a time." Gumshoe pushed himself away from the wall and stood at the end of Phoenix's bed. "She's been with me all this time. After you guys left, she went back to the office and encountered a friend there. They both came back to the precincts and we've been tracking you since."

"Tracking me?" Phoenix asked. "How?"

"Remember when he slapped you on the back earlier?" At the attorney's nod, Maya continued, "He was putting a tracking device on your coat. You see, you've been a real problem lately, Nick, and we thought that if we kept an eye on you, it would be much easier to deal with your problems."

"You were…stalking me!?" Phoenix looked desperately to Gumshoe, who only nodded guiltily. "Y-You…!"

"I didn't have a choice, pal," the detective argued in his defense as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was asked to do it."

"Asked? By whom?"

"By me."

Both Gumshoe and Maya diverted their looks from Phoenix to stare at an oncoming shadow rounding the corner. The light was dim, but the corner lamp made it easier to delineate the man's face as he slowly padded into the room and stood behind Detective Gumshoe, his arms crossed.

There was no mistaking his iron pressed suit and white cravat. Even those eyes that gave many people the right to be intimidated were just as familiar. It was followed by a stony stare and lips that were pressed into a straight line. At the sight of Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright realized that he was having a heart attack.

"What!?" It came as a loud shriek and Maya had to restrain Phoenix to the bed as he lunged up, his eyes wide and horrified. "What's going on here!?" His breath was short, uneven, and nearly caused him to pass out for a second time.

"Don't act so surprised, Wright. I think you've seen more terrifying things lately than me." Edgeworth looked to Gumshoe, "Isn't that right, Detective Gumshoe?"

"Uh…" Then the detective smiled, "I believe you're right, Mr. Edgeworth."

"What are you doing alive?" Phoenix's eyes vacillated from the oldest man to the female acolyte. "Just what is going on here!?"

"That's a pretty cold 'hello,' Wright." Edgeworth brushed a loose lock of hair from his eyes.

"You're supposed to be dead!" the defense attorney spat. Maya did her best to calm him before anything else was said.

The prosecutor cleared his throat. "Yes, well…I believe we're in the middle of a different discussion. Let's finish that one up first, shall we?"

"And you knew about this!?" Phoenix glowered at the detective, whose shoulders slumped and he sheepishly turned away.

"Wright," Edgeworth said, sternly, "I said to drop the subject."

"Drop it?" Phoenix blinked, as though he had not heard the other man the first time. "You want me to drop it!? If I wasn't injured at this moment, I'd haul my butt out of bed and sock you one, Edgeworth!"

"And I'm sure you would, too. But, Wright, since you are injured, let's save the battery for another time."

It took a moment, but the defense attorney was silenced. Still, his look of anger was unmistaken by the other three.

All this time I was wrought with grief and despair over his death. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And all this time…all this time, I've been lied to…

Edgeworth took the stand first, as was to be expected of him.

"Now then, I'm sure you have plenty of questions, but they'll have to wait until we get some things cleared up. I know you're wondering how we knew to find you or why we decided to start tracking your movements in the first place."

"And an answer would be much appreciated."

"And one you shall receive," Edgeworth held his hands out, like he often had in court when making a point. "I was on the phone with Detective Gumshoe the day you came looking for a phonebook. After you left, I was the one who instructed him to follow you."

"And a good thing, too," Gumshoe chuckled. "A moment later and we would've had to call the funeral house for you, pal."

Phoenix's grave look did not change. That's not funny. The detective was silenced.

"After that, I came back into town. He explained to me that you had just finished a case recently that had some rather undesirable results, such as death notes. Am I right?" At the defense attorney's nod of affirmation, Edgeworth continued, "I was the one who gave him the tracking device and had him place it on you. He was rather adamant when he told me that you have been careless lately and going off on your own in dangerous situations. To prevent you from doing something stupid, I decided to track you."

"And Maya?" Phoenix nudged his head in her direction. "How did she wind up in your care?"

"I was intending to meet you at the office directly, but you were already gone. Luckily enough, Maya was on her way to your office to pick up her phone that she had forgotten, as she told me later on. When she arrived, she bumped into me and I explained the situation to her. We went back to the precincts and began to track your every move. When you went to Gourd Lake, we went too."

"I don't get it," the defense attorney eyed him skeptically. "If you were just going to talk to me directly, why didn't you have her call me?"

Edgeworth looked from him to Maya. "She told me in greater detail what was going on with you. After that, I reconsidered my decision and decided to just follow you instead."

"And why's that?"

"To get some answers, Wright."

Phoenix was silent for a moment before he argued, "I was at home for well over an hour. How did you know that I would leave again? I could've just stayed at home and your plan would've been ruined."

"That's a chance we were willing to take," the other man said. "Maya was very certain that you would go looking for her if she didn't call or come back to see you."

Phoenix felt the urge to glare at her for making him worry. "What made you think I was going to go somewhere important? For all you knew, I could've been going to the grocery store."

"Again, that was a chance we were willing to take."

That's a lot of chance taking involved, Edgeworth. Somehow, I don't quite believe you. "And then?" Phoenix pressed. "What then?"

"Simple," Edgeworth shrugged. "I borrowed a boat and followed you to your location out on the lake. Though it was foggy, it didn't take much to realize that you were with another person."

At the mentioning of "another person," Phoenix could feel his skin crawl and his gaze became downcast.

"That man…I don't know who he was or what he wanted with me, but he said it had to do something with my past and my family."

"Really?" the defense attorney gazed back up at the prosecutor, who had arched an eyebrow. "Your family you say? And you didn't know him?"

"No."

"I'd like to inquire as to why you went out there in the first place, then."

Phoenix shook his head, "Tell me your side first and I'll tell you mine."

"Fair enough." Edgeworth looked to Gumshoe, but continued to speak directly to Phoenix, "I saw him hit you over the head with a pipe and he pushed you overboard. After that, he began to row himself towards shore, to which I contacted Gumshoe and asked him to be on standby to apprehend the man." Adjusting the cravat on his neck, he said, "Meanwhile, I jumped overboard to find you floating towards the bottom of the lake."

"So," began Phoenix, who was slowly grasping the situation, piece by piece, "it was you who pulled me back to the surface?"

"You remember that?"

"Bits and pieces," the attorney admitted. "I think I also remember you saying something about how I outdid myself, or whatever."

To this, Edgeworth smiled, though it wasn't quite genuine as Phoenix expected it to be.

"So, how were you able to hide yourself so that the man couldn't see you? Heck, even I couldn't see you out on the boat."

Edgeworth folded his arms. "It was pretty foggy, you know. There was the chance that I could've been seen, just as you said, but I couldn't just let you be out there on the lake by yourself in case something happened, which it did."

Phoenix stared at him. Again, something taken by chance from dear old Edgeworth? I have a hard time believing that he was just hiding in the shadows when there was a chance that we could spot him. But…whatever.

"I see," Phoenix nodded.

"After that, I rowed back to shore with you in the boat. Your head injury wasn't fatal, but it had cost you quite a bit of blood. Gumshoe's unit was already in hot pursuit of the man, but couldn't find him. In that time, Gumshoe and I were tending to your injury, along with a few paramedics in the background."

"So paramedics were there as well?" Phoenix bit down on his lower lip. "What did they say? How much damage did that guy do?"

"Not enough to leave you with brain damage, if that's what you're asking." Edgeworth gestured to Gumshoe, "It was his team, though, and he thought that paramedics might be necessary. You can thank him for the careful preparations later."

"Thank you, Sir," Gumshoe nodded.

"Your wound was caught above your right ear," Edgeworth continued, focusing his full attention on Phoenix. "He missed anything that was fatal because of his terrible aim…"

"And the fact that I turned my head," Phoenix cut in. "Otherwise he would've smashed my head in like a pumpkin."

"And I'm glad that I didn't have to see that situation instead." Clearing his throat, the prosecutor continued, "In that case, that's why you don't have any permanent damage now. But, you did need stitches, and the paramedics took care of that. You hadn't lost enough blood in that amount of time to suffer much damage anyway."

"But Maya said that there was blood everywhere when you carried me in."

"Stop jumping ahead of the story," Edgeworth placed a finger to his forehead. "There was blood all over your face and clothes, that's true, so that's what she had probably seen when we carried you in. Besides, she wasn't in her right state of mind. I'm certain that seeing you covered in blood sent her over the top. And there is a reason that you're not in the hospital right now, Wright, and that reason is simply for your protection."

"My…protection?" Phoenix blinked.

"Yes, your protection. You see, if you had been at the hospital, chances are that the man would've come back for you, and what with the situation being what it is right now, we don't have the authority to assign much manpower to you. Since we didn't get a good look at him, there's no one we can really arrest. Besides…" Edgeworth paused long enough to give Phoenix his full attention, eyes almost narrow, "I wanted to hear the story straight from the horse's mouth. I wanted to know what had motivated someone such as you to behave irrationally."

At his callous remark, Phoenix frowned and looked to his hands, which were sitting in his lap.

Coming from the man who faked his own death, got everyone to run with it, and can't tell me the truth about how he was following me this whole time.

It was the first time that he had realized that he was wearing his white undershirt and that his blue jacket and trench coat were nowhere in sight.

"At any rate, that's about all there is to it."

"Is that so?" Phoenix glanced up at the prosecutor, mouth still in a frown. He thought it best to wear something else, for the acolyte and detective's sakes. He smiled, "You have my thanks, Edgeworth." Moving his attention across to Maya and Gumshoe, he added, "You too, Maya, Gumshoe. Without you guys to watch my back, I'd be dead right now."

"Nick…" Maya looked uneasy.

"I know," he said. "You want to hear my side of the story, right? That's fine. I'll tell you." When the look in her eyes did not change, he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I told you already that I wouldn't keep secrets from you anymore, didn't I?" To her slow and almost convinced nod, he forced another weak smile and said, "Then there's nothing to worry about. I won't lie."

"For all of our sakes, Wright, I hope not." The defense attorney's gaze was drawn back to his friend and rival.

"Say what you want, Edgeworth, I have no reason to lie. Seeing as I'm just as clueless as the rest of you, I have nothing to lie about." Clearing his throat, Phoenix began, "I went back to my apartment to pick up Cameron. I'm sure Maya already informed you that we were all supposed to go out to dinner together."

"That she did," Edgeworth broke in. "But before we continue, I'd like to get my cast of characters straight. May I ask who Cameron is?"

Phoenix tensed, realizing that after all these years, he had never told Edgeworth he had a brother. "Cameron's my brother, Edgeworth."

For a moment, the other man looked startled, as though he had been sideswiped with something dreadful. "Your…brother?" Phoenix nodded. "You never told me you had a brother, Wright."

"I never told you a lot of things, Edgeworth. My brother and I were estranged for a long time. He was a part of another life that I used to live." Phoenix's eyes drifted to his bed comforter. "Anyway, he and I had somewhat of an argument…though I'd call it one-sided myself. I guess I dozed off for a while before waking up and realizing that Maya hadn't called, nor had Cameron come back. Somewhat worried, that's when I took a taxi over to the office."

"We were already gone by then," Edgeworth announced. "We were back at the precincts, watching your every move."

"Anyway…" Phoenix gave him a stern look for several reasons, one of them being the fact that the prosecutor hadn't made his presence known sooner, "I found a note attached to my door telling me to meet someone at Gourd Lake. It was a scribbled note that I figured was written by Cameron…no…that I had hoped was written by Cameron. I'll admit that I was worried about him and…Hey, speaking of which…" he interrupted his own story to turn to Maya and ask, "Where is Cameron, Maya?"

She shrugged, "I have no idea. I'd imagine he'd be home by now, I guess. After all it is after two."

"In the morning?" Phoenix gaped. She gave a silent affirmation and he sighed. "Man…"

"So you didn't know who this person was?" Edgeworth spoke up, steadily nudging the attorney along to finish his story.

"No," Phoenix dully replied. "When I got to Gourd Lake, I spent a while looking for him until I came to the docks and thought that it was Cameron who was standing there. He motioned for me to get into the boat, which I did, and it wasn't until we got out into the middle of the lake that he told me that he wasn't Cameron."

"Who was he, Wright?" Edgeworth pushed on.

"I don't know." Shaking his head, the injured man said, "He told me that he was looking for someone I knew who had given me information about stolen goods or…something like that…The man didn't exactly specify what had been stolen other than that it was some form of documentation. He told me that it involved my family and their past mistakes."

"Do you know any such man, Nick?" Maya chirped up, hope residing in her eyes.

"Of course not. I don't associate myself with criminals. Whatever this man thought he knew, he's sadly mistaken."

"He can't be very mistaken if he's come all this way to track you down." Edgeworth rubbed his chin. "Did he tell you the name of the person he thought that you knew?"

"No. He said that he wasn't allowed to say. But he was insistent that I knew this person."

"I can't believe that you just allowed yourself to wander into a boat upon mere speculation that it was your brother," the prosecutor badgered. "What kind of fool would do that?"

Phoenix felt slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, well, okay, so it was pretty stupid of me…"

"What else did he tell you, pal?" Phoenix was startled to hear Detective Gumshoe ask anything. It was the first real thing he had said since Edgeworth came into the picture. He had let most of the conversation dribble into the hands of the prosecutor.

"Uh…Just that it was something from my past and that I was making up for my family's mistakes." Phoenix shrugged. "That's all, really. At first, I accused him of being the one who had sent me those weird letters I've been receiving, but he adamantly denied it."

"And…you believed him?" Edgeworth asked.

"…Yeah. For some reason…I do." Phoenix lay back against his pillow, feeling exhausted and dizzy. "I really don't know what's going on."

"That's fine, Wright." With a forced cough from the prosecutor, he said, "Well then, Maya has agreed to let you stay here tonight. Detective Gumshoe and I are going to head back to the precincts and see if we can find anything about your mystery man."

"Thanks," Phoenix mumbled, feeling sleep overpowering him.

"Wright…" There was a slight pause before Edgeworth said, "Get some rest. You're injured. You'd do well to remember that." Then, his attention must've been directed to Maya (Phoenix wasn't sure because his eyes had closed between the moment that he had thanked the prosecutor and when Edgeworth had told him to rest up), because he said, "And you make sure that he stays in bed. I'll come by tomorrow to check up on the two of you and let you know if I find anything. Understand?"

"Yeah," Maya agreed. "Thank you so much, Mr. Edgeworth. You too, Detective."

"My pleasure," the good detective said.

Phoenix wasn't sure what else was being said after that. Even all of the questions he had been saving up to ask Edgeworth were slowly fading away. At the moment, sleep seemed most important. Nothing else mattered.