Phoenix Wright was exhausted.

After all, it had been Christmas Day yesterday, and he had eaten more food than he was physically able to- well, used to be physically able to- at the gigantic dinner party Edgeworth had hosted. Maya and Pearl were probably sound asleep in their beds, Phoenix reckoned- but here he was, wide awake at around 2 o' clock in the morning. After not being able to sleep, he had lay awake for around an hour- but then, after he had fallen asleep again, he had a nightmare and had been awake since then.

It's just my bad luck, I suppose.

Phoenix chuckled quietly as he dragged himself wearily from his bed to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it with vigour, soothing his dry and relatively sore throat. Sitting down, he thought about the previous night's events- the food, the unfamiliar people whom he tried to befriend, the mysterious appearance of Franziska's older sister and so on. It had all been a whirlwind of weird and wonderful events, but it had been really nice to see Edgeworth and everyone else again, at least.

Phoenix twiddled his thumbs for but a moment before getting bored of his attempt to stay entertained. Reluctantly, he turned on his TV to the sight of a breaking news report that peaked his interest- at least, as soon as the words 'recent homicide' flashed up on the screen.

"Breaking news! A man by the name of Michael Rosington was found dead in his drawing room at 12:26 this morning. A suspect has been apprehended; one Marie Livena, 23. Post-mortem examinations have shown Mr. Rosington to have been poisoned with atroquinine via a glass of port wine he had been drinking at the time. It is thought that Mr. Rosington, a relatively wealthy man, was administered the deadly poison through his wine at a party he held at the time. Witnesses have yet to come forward and give testimony to the killing of Mr. Michael Rosington; but, a message to the public- if you think you may know something about the murder or were in attendance at Mr. Rosington's party, please contact the police department at…"

Phoenix shuddered as he realised that this murder only took place around two hours ago, but that feeling was replaced with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he walked back to his bedroom and got back into bed, slowly falling asleep.

I have a feeling I know what's going to happen next…

At exactly 6:30, only around four hours after the news report was broadcast, Phoenix got a phone call. Reaching over lazily to pick it up, he turned on speakerphone and lay back, his mind buzzing.

"Phoenix Wright speaking."

"Nick, Nick, hi!" his trusty assistant exclaimed, Phoenix smiling at her excited greeting.

"Hey, Maya. What's up at this time of the morning?"

"You'll never guess what!"

"What?"

"We've got a client, Nick! Me and Pearly are at the office now, so it'd be good if you could come right away. Please? We really need to solve this case, Nick!"

The sinking feeling returned as he replied. "Sure, I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Thanks, Nick! I'm gonna hang up now."

"Oh, OK. See you soon, Maya."

"See you, Nick!

As the phone let out a little beep to show that Maya had hung up, Phoenix sighed and got out of bed.

I knew it…