The idea for this stemmed from someone's kind-of request after reading the Godot chapter, so enjoy! :)

"Hey, Nick?"

Maya Fey was sitting on the sofa next to her best friend Phoenix Wright, cuddling up next to him as the ending credits of The Polar Express rolled onto the TV screen. Pearl was sound asleep against Phoenix's other shoulder, and so Maya and Phoenix had been talking together in hushed voices.

"Yes, Maya?" Nick asked, Maya's look suddenly turning distant.

"I wonder what Sis would have done for Christmas, Nick- at least when you and I weren't with her. Like, when she worked for Grossberg."

Phoenix pondered on it for a moment before answering with a small shrug on the shoulders. "I don't know, but she'd probably have spent it with Go- I mean, Armando. Don't you think?"

A look of deep contemplation crossed Maya's face for some time, before she jumped up, grabbed her coat and opened the door as she was putting it on. Phoenix looked thoroughly bemused before he realised something.

"Hey, Maya! Where are you-"

"Don't worry, Nick. I'll be back soon."

Two burly guards stood at the entrance to Diego's cell, unlocking it with- as Diego noted- a hint of caution. Diego sat solemnly on his bed thinking when the cell door creaked open, looking up to see the nonchalant guards looking at him with their usual monotonous expression.

"Come on, Armando, stop sulking. You have a visitor, after all."

Diego's eyes widened significantly under his mask, his mind churning at the word 'visitor'. Diego never received visitors, especially at this time of year, and he couldn't fathom just who in their right mind would want to see him at all. Everyone who may just have wanted to see him was dead, anyway.
After contemplating this matter for a while as he accompanied the guards to the detention centre's visitor's room, he noticed that they had stopped outside the visitor's room door as they waited for another inmate to return from his own meeting with somebody else.

When the inmate had come out of the room in handcuffs and had flashed a toothy smile at Diego with misty, tear-filled eyes, Diego's own handcuffs were unlocked and he shook his hands rapidly to get some rapid blood circulation flowing through them again and also to make them less uncomfortable. A guard ushered him in and, after a quick word with the guard in the visitor's room, shut and locked the door behind Diego as he sat down.

The door from the other side of the fibreglass screen creaked open as a young woman, clad in spirit medium clothing, entered cautiously and sat down. Diego turned around in surprise and, when he realised just who his visitor was, shook his head and turned away.

"You didn't have to visit me, Maya. I'm…a bad person, OK? You know what happened that day, and I don't deserve your kindness."

"Mr. Armando…you aren't a bad person, and I chose to visit you. That proves that you aren't, alright?"

"…Alright."

Diego turned around to face Maya again and got himself comfortable. "So, why did you decide to visit me, anyway? Shouldn't you be relaxing, or doing something more worthwhile?"

Maya grinned warmly. "It's Christmas, Mr. Armando! Visiting people is most definitely worthwhile…especially if I never get to see them, right?"

Diego laughed with a miniscule hint of sadness in his voice. "You sound just like your sister, Maya. You're doing her proud, you know that? She'd be very happy about you helping Tri- I mean, Wright- around on his cases."

Maya smiled. "Thanks."

A silence fell between the two as they remembered Mia Fey- Maya's elder sister and Diego's former love. Mia had been unfortunately murdered a few years ago and both were still struggling to cope without her, even though both had improved a little in the time between then and now. Diego had been in a coma at the time and Maya had found her body first, making it both as emotionally hard for the both of them.

Diego, surprisingly, was the first to speak after some time.

"Thank you for visiting, Maya. I…I really appreciate it."

Maya grinned once more. "No worries."