May 12, 1:35 P.M. Intensive Care Unit
Maya stood over Pearl, who was still unconscious. She wondered if she would ever get out of her coma, or wether she would simply lie there until the doctors has to pull the plug on her life support machine. Even though it had only been 7 hours since the explosion, Maya was worried for her cousin.
She asked, "Nick, don't you think it's almost... cute when Pearl is asleep?"
Phoenix agreed, "Yes. You can even see that her hair is almost completely regrown."
Maya felt a surge of disgust enter her head. "Yeah. Cute, although her existence is for the sole purpose of effectively staging a coup d'état."
Phoenix played the scenario through his head. If Morgan had not been put in prison, Pearl would have continued to have been brainwashed until she would have believed that her mother was doing the right thing. Morgan would then have "eliminated" Maya for the pure purpose of putting Pearl as Master of Kurain in order to benefit her selfish desires.
He added, "Yep. It would have been a coup d'état indeed. The whole plan sounds to me like a sick, twisted version of Super Mario Bros. If it had played out the way Morgan would have intended, and the events were made into a video game, that game would be called The Day Los Angeles Stood Still or something."
Maya sighed, "But Pearly is understanding, and was pretty much being used by Morgan as a 'test subject' for her diabolical plans."
Before they could rant any more, they saw Pearl lift her head and open her eyes wide, wondering what the conversation was about.
Maya yelled, "Pearls!"
Pearl screamed, "Mystic Maya!"
After a short period of discussion with her, Phoenix got Pearl off of her hospital bed and signed the discharge papers. They then left for the safety (or perhaps even false safety) of the Wright and Co. Law Offices.
May 12, 2:12 P.M. Prosecutor's Offices, Conference Room
Lana Skye held a strange object above the whiteboard. "This object I have in my hand is a finger pointer. If you want to add a little humor to the court once in a while, when you scream, 'Objection!' and point your finger, use this instead to make a few giggles spread."
Miles Edgeworth was not amused. "Ms. Skye, I do not see why you have taken all of us prosecutors and sequestered us inside of this conference room on the second floor! I would like to know for what reason we are being held here, or I am leaving the room this instant!"
Lana explained, "Well, Detective Gumshoe told me that there is a Mad Bomber on the loose."
Edgeworth laughed, "The Mad Bomber? He died 25 years ago this very month!"
She yelled, "All right, people. Listen up! There's a Mad Bomber on the loose in Los Angeles. You've probably heard of the explosion at Amtrak Station, haven't you?"
The prosecutors looked at each other. They mumbled words from, "What?" to "Since when were train stations bombed?"
Franziska looked her Edgeworth, and shrugged her shoulders for the first time in 12 years. Lana continued, "I have supplied you all with surveillance cameras to out up at key locations that might be bombed. We need to catch this mad man in his own tracks."
She took the boxes, and laid them out to every person, and handed them a box cutter. Edgeworth felt distressed because he was going to have to install a camera someplace where he felt a bombing might occur. He didn't know a single place that was prone to bombings on the top of his head.
Suddenly, an idea came to his head. He said, "Franziska, should we take this camera and attach it to the Wright and Co. Law Office?"
She agreed, and he arrived at Phoenix's law office 3 minutes later. He took a screwdriver and carefully attached the camera to it.
Edgeworth thought, "As unlikely as it is for that Mad Bomber to strike a law office, it's better to be safe that sorry."
He then headed back to the prosecutor's office, ready for more Lana's lectures on public safety.