A/N: Here's my new chapter. It semi-introduces the plot and some of the changes that I'm making. It's not quite what I hoped it would be, but it's close enough. Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides OCs. Oh yeah, I'm going to start giving shout outs to all my reviewers/story favoriters (is that a word? I'm saying it is) in each chapter so here we go:

Reviewers: Thanks to bak602, feyfangirl, Shizuka Ayasato, and Kumquat93!

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Thanks for the support! Hope you enjoy and hopefully will see you soon with a new installment!

~Diana

Edgeworth started awake, sitting up quickly. The room was dark and he felt disoriented. Where was he? Unfamiliar shapes seemed to jump out at him. Catching sight of a light switch, he reached toward it. The room was filled with warm golden light. It appeared to be a living room of some kind. He tried to remember what had happened, but all he could think of was Madeline and her frightened eyes as she faded from view.

A noise sounded from down the hall, the quiet rustling of papers. He cautiously moved into the next room. A figure looked up from a simple desk, pushing a pair of glasses up his nose. "Ah, Miles, I was wondering when you were going to get up," he said, smiling. Edgeworth held in a gasp.

"Fa-father," he murmured quietly. It was Gregory Edgeworth, in the flesh, now looking a little puzzled.

"Miles, are you alright?" he asked, a look of concern in his brown eyes.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he said in a daze. His father was alive? So he actually had changed the past? He caught sight of his reflection in a mirror in front of him. A gold gleam came from his lapel and he felt the circular shape of a defense attorney's badge on his jacket. Exactly how much had he changed?

"I know that last trial was hard for you," Gregory said, sighing and running his hand through his hair. "It was hard for me as well. But it's not over yet." Edgeworth quickly saw that being dropped into an unfamiliar world with no knowledge of what "his other self" had been doing was going to become a big disadvantage.

"Yes," he agreed uneasily.

Gregory Edgeworth sighed. "It's taken a rather disturbing turn, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes," Edgeworth repeated, shifting uncomfortably and looking down.

"But I suppose you don't want to talk about it now," Gregory Edgeworth said and Miles Edgeworth nodded gratefully. "Oh yes, Phoenix came by earlier, after the trial. He wanted you to go to lunch with him and Larry. His girlfriend was there too, Iris, I think her name is?"

Edgeworth was deep in thought. So Phoenix, Larry, and I are still close. Well, that would make sense because I wouldn't have had to change schools. And Iris Fey and Phoenix still managed to end up dating?

"Miles, are you sure you're alright?" His father's voice shook his out of his thoughts. "You look rather-"

"I'm fine," Edgeworth cut him off hurriedly. "Where did they say to meet? I'd like to go." Really, Edgeworth just wanted to get some more information about his new surroundings, and it would be much easier to get it out of Larry and Wright than his father.

"Are you sure you're not too-" Gregory began, but Edgeworth shook his head. He straightened his suit and headed toward the door.

"You're going to the Kokila Diner," Gregory Edgeworth called. Miles looked back and nodded. He opened the door, only to be stopped by a call from his father.

"Are you going to go down to the detention center like you mentioned earlier?" he asked.

"Why?" Edgeworth asked curiously. Gregory Edgeworth simply stared at him, a gleam of surprise in his brown eyes.

"To go and see Madeline Brent, of course."

Edgeworth's heart dropped. "Madeline's in detention?"

Gregory gave him a curious look. "Yes…you put her in there this morning. Don't you remember?"