After eating, Phoenix went to the bathroom. When he looked at the mirror, he couldn't help to notice something that bothered him, but he couldn't tell what… He looked at his hair and he notice that it was slightly bend downwards so, not knowing well why, he looked for some hair lotion in the closet and he brushed his hair upwards. He looked at the mirror and he seemed to look better.

He leaved the bathroom to find Maya watching TV in the sofa, he called her attention by clearing his throat.

"Wow… that looks more like the Nick I knew." She commented with a smile.

"Don't you think my hair is weird?"

"It's your hair Nick. You always have it like that."

"Ah… I thought it was weird, but I brushed it instinctively. Maybe I'm beginning to recover my memory… what are you watching?"

"The Steel Samurai."

"The Steel Samurai? Aren't you a little old for that?" Phoenix answered as he watched the character, fighting against two evil ninjas to protect a princess.

"The Steel Samurai is awesome, Nick! In fact… you like it."

"Really?"

"Yes, very." Maya smiled. "Why don't you stay to watch it?"

Phoenix hesitated, but he sat by her side. It didn't take long for his face to gain an expression of incredulity.

"That doesn't make any sense, it's impossible for the Steel samurai to stop the arrows with a spear, and for the evil Magistrate to think that he killed him. And then, as he loses his time gloating, the Steel samurai takes the opportunity to rescue the princess… Why would I like something so silly?"

"Well, you defended the actor that plays the Steel Samurai"

"I defended the Steel samurai?"

"Yes. And the Nickel Samurai, of course he turned out to be guilty." She commented, thoughtful. "That was your last case. And one of the worst."

"Okay, I don't know if you're messing with me, but if there's something I know is that I don't want to keep watching this."

"Fine, Nick" Maya sighed. "I have an idea, let's go for a walk."

"A walk? Where?"

"That doesn't matter, you need air and we can talk for a while. You probably have a lot of questions."

Phoenix nodded in agreement, and Maya guided him to his room. He looked at her with curiosity, everything was oddly familiar, but he still couldn't remember anything. He opened his closet to find out that most of his wardrobe consisted purely on blue suits and white shirts.

"Why is all of my clothing the same?" He asked out loud.

"I asked you the same thing a lot of times." Maya laughed. "You never had a fashion sense."

"Wow, thanks." He answered with annoyance. He opened a drawer. "Ah, all of my ties are red? Really? "

Maya began to laugh and Phoenix frowned, looking between his clothes. He finally sighed and he picked some pants and a shirt, no ties or suit. Maya went to get dressed as well.

"You remind me more and more about you." She later commented.

Phoenix stared at her.

"Didn't you go to change your clothes?" She pointed at the kimono that she was wearing.

"I did." She smiled.

"And why do you always wear those robes?"

"It's what the mediums wear."

"Mediums?"

"It's a long story, I think it's better if you remember it by yourself because you wouldn't believe me if I told you." She sighed, and spun around herself so that Phoenix could see her. "So, does it look good on me?"

Phoenix took a better look at her and he felt that strange feeling inside of him. She was gorgeous, he couldn't deny it, she had a unique beauty along with a lively and cheerful feeling. Despite her love for food, the truth was that she could barely put on weight, and she had her feminine shape defined under her kimono, which, by the way, the lawyer could not deny that that was something that played in her favor. He took a moment to answer.

"No… I mean yes, it looks good on you." He stammered, he turned around so that she didn't notice that he was blushing.

"Wow, you could tell me that with more frequency." Maya laughed, completely oblivious to Phoenix reaction. "Well, let's go, I think I know the best place to make you remember."