It was just a regular day in court for Apollo, he and Klavier were working hard to protect a young child's father from being accused of statuary rape on his lover's daughter. It made Apollo uncomfortable thinking about serious charges like this especially after reading the book about the Austrian man who had seven incestuous children with his daughter – Josef Fritzl. Apollo was adamant that his client was innocent as he had met the young girl and her mother who were his 'supposed' lovers. The girl in particular was too 'preoccupied' if that's what you want to call coming on to every guy who walks through her front door.

The girl herself did not have the best track record when it came to being arrested. The accuser was 16 years old and your typical cheerleader in appearance – while Apollo was attempting to talk to her mother and her to get a statement (he had borrowed Ema's police badge and made out he was from the police force to do so) he wondered what the cheerleader would look like under the mask of make up she wore. She had been arrested over charges of drug dealing and abuse, drinking and driving and was almost accused of rape herself. Klavier and Apollo both agreed that a man who had never been in trouble with the law aside from a stupid bylaw in Alaska with a seven year old daughter with no signs of having similar treatment to what the 16 year old was claiming was unlikely to rape anybody. The bylaw he broke was that he looked at a moose while an aeroplane was landing, although this sounds stupid it is in fact illegal in Alaska (and that is the real truth!).

Apollo was tired and ready to go home; he had been feeling sick lately and was having difficulty keeping food down so he had very little energy. Ema was telling him that sleeping next to him at night was like sleeping next to a radiator and he had been too sick to play the drums for the band's next single. He knew as soon as he got home he could have a little bit to eat, a nice hot drink, a bath and then wrap up warm in bed until he was joined by Ema later in the night. He had an air of nervousness in him tonight as he thought about what he had hid beneath the piles of files in his cabinets at home. What if she's found it? Apollo had forked out for an expensive engagement ring for Ema as he knew she was the one he wanted to spend his whole life with.

He could swear he could hear footsteps behind him, his mind was too hazy and he was in too much pain to figure out if it was his imagination or not. The trial had been stopped early for Apollo's sake as he lost so much colour in his face he almost fainted twice. He felt bile rise up in his throat and knew instantly he was going to be sick; he ran down the steps before the bridge ahead and collapsed to the floor by the waters edge. He felt a pain in his head as he tried to stand again; he was unstable but just about managed it. He limped backwards a few steps so he was closer to the wall.

"Experience hell, Apollo Justice…" The voice was just a whisper, the person just a shadow – a spirit in all black. The needle was in the unstable boy's neck before he had chance to react. The spirit had caught him as he fell; tucking his arms beneath his chest and laying him face down on the floor. The spirit knew when the boy woke up; his life would be changed for the worst.

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How long have I been out? The question battered the young attorney's skull. One of his eyes snapped open a little. The world was…different. It was like someone had splattered the world with a dark paint, he saw no colours but black and white. The world seemed larger – much, much larger.

"My head…" Apollo daren't try to stand but he knew something was wrong and he felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, Squirt. You ok?" Apollo lifted his head yet his neck didn't hurt like it should. His eyes met with the eyes of a dog, which was shockingly larger than him and yet it looked like a Rhodesian ridgeback. What was the matter with him? Although he was lying down the dog shouldn't be that much taller than him. Now that he thought about it he did seem smaller.

"Who spoke to me?" Apollo searched around for the voice.

"I did…" The dog guided his face to its. "You're a little strange…" The young female dog stared at him.

"H-h-how could y-y-you speak to…me?" Apollo screamed.

"Easy there little buddy! You should be more quiet, all animals can talk to each other!"

"Animals?" the word took a long time to register in his brain. "I'm no…"

"Sweetie, you're a puppy – a dog like me see." He felt a tight grip on his neck as the dog lifted him onto his feet. I must be asleep… "See!"

"I…" Apollo attempted to stand up like a human. "I'm not an animal!"

"Yes you are…" He felt her paw press on his head so he looked straight on the floor. There, where his hands were supposed to be were two tiny, fragile paws. "You're a little weird puppy, what's your name?"

"My name's Apollo, but…I'm a human…" He felt what he thought were tears welling behind his eyes.

"A human? Honey, you're a perfectly normal Labrador puppy. See…" Again he was gripped at the back of his neck, yet it didn't hurt. "I'm afraid like all dogs, I see in black and white so I can't tell you what colour you are. Due to the shade of your body I would say you're even chocolate or a black Labrador."

The Ridgeback dropped him by the water's edge and there he saw the tiny frail face reflecting back at him. The tiny ears draped against the sides of his head. He saw the bracelet on the tiny left paw just where his bracelet would be as a human. He even saw the tiny trickle of water from his eyes hit the canal's water.

"…You're not kidding about being a human…are you?" Looking at his reaction the female dog figured out he wasn't lying.

"No ma'am!" The tiny Apollo screeched.

"Hush, hush. Human's hear our talking and call it 'barking' then they call the dog warden. My name's Prudence, but the others call me Pru, pleased to meet you Apollo!" The dog put her paw under Apollo's – their size difference evident as she flipped him up. "You look young maybe about 8 human weeks old, how old are you?"

"I'm 22 human years old, I'm sure we can find a picture of me and my band and my girlfriend too, somewhere around here."

"In human years I'm about 3…" The dog licked her paw. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

"I…" Apollo tried but a black cloud attacked his mind as he tried. "…can't it hurts…"

"Until we can tell what happened to you, I can take care of you, I don't mind being your mother until you're better." The dog nudged Apollo's neck knocking him down. "I'll take you where you're safe from the dog catcher; you don't need manners where we're going."

This is the beginning of the end for Apollo's life…