May 11, 3:34 P.M. Wright and Co. Law Offices

Phoenix slumped down at his computer. He nervously moved the mouse towards the search bar, and typed in "2013 Los Angeles Train Derailment".

He hit enter, and looked away from the screen, shaking and sweating like a a dog on an airplane.

The first new article that popped up in the results read, "Heavy Casualties Reported in Bullet Train Crash".

The attorney took a breath and scrolled the page down using the scroll wheel on the mouse. The second article blared, "Signalman Arrested Following Tragic Train Derailment".

The slight sense of order disappeared in Phoenix's mind. He clicked on the article, and read it.

"Amtrak signalman Randall Klein was arrested by police today after it was determined that the bullet train that had crashed into the District Court of Los Angeles earlier that day had been directed improperly. It is believed that the train was at normal speed, and was diverted into a dead end, which caused a violent derailment.

Klein was approached at his residence by multiple police officers shortly after his employment was terminated by Amtrak's Director of Locomotive Safety, Peter Welsh. The officers arrived at his door, armed with pistols. After he was arrested, he was detained at the Los Angeles Detention Center, where he was questioned.

'Mr. Klein was surprised about the arrest,' says Officer Mike Meekins. 'I was surprised that he made no attempts to resist, sir!'

Officer Meekins later questioned him for 2 hours, attempting to get a confession out of him, but just could not convince him to come clean to him.
Klein is being tried for third-degree murder. He stated that he will testify in his own defense, and will clear his name, despite not having an attorney."

Phoenix clicked out of the browser window and shut down the computer. He walked into the back room and shut the door. The lawyer was distraught. He didn't know what to do. He almost felt like defending him in court, but also felt like he shouldn't, and that he was actually guilty.

Maya slowly opened the door. She asked, "N-Nick?"

Phoenix answered, "Yes?"

"Nick, why do you look like you got attacked by a turkey?"

He replied, "To tell you the truth... I was listening to the Amtrak control, and they fired a signalman because he was on duty when the crash occurred. Later, the police arrested him and charged him, and he's going on trial later!"

Maya's jaw dropped to the floor. "No way."

The attorney groaned, "Yes way! He doesn't have an attorney!"

Maya suggested, "Maybe we should..."

"Defend him in court? Just like we always do? Be the hero, like always? And somehow magically find the real culprit out of no where?"

"Of course, Nick! Let's go down to the Detention Center! Now let's go there before he gets one of those state attorneys!"

May 11, 4:00 P.M. Detention Center

Phoenix sat down and waited for the window shield to be raised. When it did, he saw a very odd sight. He saw Officer Meekins in the room with Randall, and he was questioning him and screaming like someone had scalped him.

"When did you hear about the crash, Mr. Klein?"

Randall sweated, "Uh... when the Director of Safety told me?"

Meekins raised his megaphone and screamed, "OH REALLY?! IS THAT THE CASE, MR. KLEIN?" Randall's eyes were slammed to the back of their sockets.

"Y-Yes, Officer..."

Phoenix yelled, "Hold it!"

Meekins leaped into the air.

The attorney inquired, "Officer Meekins... what do you think you're doing?"

The policeman answered, "Can't you see what I'm doing, Mr. Wright?"

He used the megaphone again. "I'M TRYING TO GET A CONFESSION OUT OF HIM!"

"Officer, you may not necessarily get a confession out of him. Plus, why are you questioning him inside the visitation area?"

"Well, you see... I guess you're right. I will leave this instant, sir!"

The manic policeman ran out of the room, seemingly more confused than ever.

"Mr. Klein, I bet you know who I am, don't you?"

Randall answered, "Yeah! You're that famous attorney, Phoenix Wright! I've heard about you from all over the place!"

"Mr. Klein, I am approaching you today with an offer. You know that your chance of being found Not Guilty is bleak without a real attorney. Would you prefer that I represent you in court, rather than allowing one of those state attorneys to?"

"Of course! You're a rather good lawyer, Mr. Wright!"

Maya sighed, "Oh, boy. Why does everybody want a lawyer like you, Nick?"

"Because I'm an ace attorney!"

The three of them laughed.