"It's... Pointed at you," Dahlia said.

"Weird," Phoenix said, staring at the knife.

"Well, put it down before you hurt yourself!" Larry said.

"Alright, alright," Phoenix said, putting the weapon back in the court record.

"This certainly is an interesting development," the judge said.

"Indeed it is, Your Honor," Dahlia said.

"So now what?" Phoenix said.

"Hmm..." The judge pondered it for a moment. "Is there any reason to continue the trial or does the prosecution need time to investigate this matter?"

"Actually, we have another witness scheduled for today," Larry said. "Perhaps continuing this trial will lead us to the answer we seek."

"Sounds reasonable," the judge said. "Let's see this second witness."

Dahlia's jaw dropped when she recognized the witness taking the stand. "Matt?"

"Hey Dahlia dude," Matt said.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that?" Phoenix said, sheepishly.

"Who told you about him?" Dahlias aid, grabbing his collar.

"Don't kill me!" Phoenix said, true fear in his eyes. "Miles told me!"

"It was Larry's idea!" Edgeworth said.

"But he told me about the place!" Larry said, pointing at Edgeworth.

"Whoa, Dahlia," Matt said. "You were right your friends are out there."

"We're out there?" Phoenix said.

"Oh brother," Dahlia said, rubbing her temples. "So you found out, huh?"

"Yeah, sorry Dahlia," Phoenix said. "It just… came up."

"Investigations, you know?" Larry said, sheepishly.

"All part of the job," Edgeworth added.

"If I get out of this alive, you're all going to get it," Dahlia said.

Phoenix broke into a cold sweat. "At least she's feeling better."

"You know, you're on trial," Larry said. "You might not want to start making threats like that, just saying."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dahlia said, annoyed by the intrusion of her privacy. "So why is Matt here anyway?"

"You saw me before, you know, all that crazy stuff. Remember?" Matt said.

"No," Dahlia said. "What happened?"

"You don't remember?" Matt said.

Dahlia shook her head.

"Weird," Matt said. "Well, here's what happened."

Testimony

So it started out like any other day. Juan and I were doing what we always do.

Then, a little later in the day, you came in Dahlia dude.

Man, it must have been a while since I'd seen you around.

You were definitely a little off that day. I could tell something wasn't right. But you wouldn't tell me.

We did our usual thing, but it was a bit quicker. It wasn't as permanent, but you seemed okay with it.

"So that's what happened?" Dahlia said.

"Yeah, dude. You still don't remember?" Matt said.

Dahlia shook her head.

"Say Dude, can I ask you something?" Matt said. "Why have you been wearing that hat this whole time? Like I said, you saw me less than a week ago."

Dahlia touched her head protectively. "Don't ask, Matt."

"Wait, don't tell me," Matt said. "I told you I should have made it more permanent."

"Apparently you did," Dahlia said, ruefully.

"I'm sorry," the judge said. "I've been silent, hoping someone would say it, but before we begin the cross-examination I must ask. What is this thing of Ms. Fey's that everyone keeps hinting at?"

Dahlia hung her head. "I should have known I couldn't keep it secret forever."

"Idyemyhair," Dahlia grumbled inaudibly.

"What?" the judge said.

"Fey…" Larry looked at Dahlia apologetically. "Dyes her hair. It's a very personal thing for her, Your Honor. Not even her assistant knew until yesterday."

"Oh, is that all," the judge said.

"Yeah… that's all," Dahlia said.

"Very well then," the judge said, oblivious to the atmosphere. "Begin the cross-examination."

"Yes Your Honor," Dahlia said.

Cross-Examination

So it started out like any other day. Juan and I were doing what we always do.

"Hold it!" Dahlia said. "So it was just a typical day then?"

"Yeah, Juan was being a brat like always," Matt said. "Dude, you wouldn't believe the stuff he was doing! I was actually just trying to be helpful because of Ms. Andrews always griping about our 'lack of communication skills' and politely recommended he use a different brush. So what does he do? He picks up the brush I pointed out and smacked me with it!"

"And you were just trying to be polite," Dahlia said.

"Exactly!" Matt ranted. "So naturally what was I to do but grabbed the flat iron and give him a taste of his own medicine! But that coward started running from his consequences! Then he gets some water and launches it at me! I swear, if I hadn't dropped the iron just in time he would have fried me!"

"My… this sounds like a rather… dangerous environment," the judge said.

"I've just been waiting to find the entrance blocked with police tape Your Honor," Dahlia said.

"That's why you keep coming back, isn't it?" Phoenix said.

"No, Matt's good at his job," Dahlia said.

"Thank you Dahlia," Matt said.

"So it was just your average day…" Dahlia prompted.

"Right," Matt said, back on topic.

Then, a little later in the day, you came in Dahlia dude.

"Hold it!" Dahlia said. "What was I like?"

"It was a bit strange," Matt said. "You looked a little out of it."

"How so?" Dahlia said.

"I could tell you had something on your mind, but you wouldn't say it," Matt said. "I asked you if something was wrong, like a tough case or one of your games being on the fritz, but you were being super secret about it."

"That is a little weird," Dahlia said.

"That sounds like how you've been since you got arrested," Phoenix said.

"Really?" Dahlia said.

"You okay?" Phoenix said. "You're clenching the desk."

"Oh," Dahlia said, releasing her grip.

"Actually, now that I think about it a little more, it kind of makes sense," Matt said, staring into space ponderously.

"Hmm?" Dahlia tilted her head.

Man, it must have been a while since I'd seen you around.

"Hold it!" Dahlia said. "What do you mean?"

"I was really surprised actually, your hair wasn't red anymore," Matt said. "You usually come back before it even has a chance to lose its color. You must have accidentally washed it out or something."

"Seriously?" Dahlia said. "As in, completely washed out? I would never let that happen!"

"I know, that's why I was so surprised," Matt said. "I mean sure your hair always came back a little messy but it was always red. That must have been why you were in such a hurry. What have you been doing lately?"

"I… I don't know," Dahlia said. "Are you sure about this?"

"How could I be mistaken?" Matt said. "There wasn't a trace of red anymore."

"Perhaps you should add this to your testimony," the judge said.

"Alright," Matt said.

Your hair was totally chocolate brown.

"Objection!" Dahlia said. "What did you just say?"

"Your hair was brown," Matt said. "I know you hate it, sorry, but I'm on the witness stand and stuff."

"No, that's not it," Dahlia said. "That just… what?"

"That doesn't sound right…" Phoenix rubbed his chin.

"Seriously Dahlia, what have you been doing?" Matt said. "When you came in your hair was normal, we dyed it, and now like 3 days later you're covering it with a hat. How much came out already? Let me see it."

Dahlia grabbed her hat, wincing. I've got no choice.

Before she could think twice, Dahlia tore her hat off and her hair streaming out. The ebony locks she had been born with caressed her anxious and tightened face.

"What the heck?" Edgeworth and Larry did a double take.

"Black?" Matt exclaimed, equally shocked.

"Yes," Dahlia said. "My hair isn't red, and it's not brown either. It's black."

"How is this…?" Larry was at a loss for words.

"I don't know," Dahlia said, covering her face with her hat. "Can I put my hat back on? Please?"

"Wait a minute Fey," Larry said. "Let me see your face again."

Dahlia put her hat on her desk, instead masking her insecurity with false strength.

"Whoa…" Larry breathed.

"What are you staring at?" Dahlia said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Maybe that's why I didn't like you before," Larry said. "You look just like that girl from the Terry Fawles case."

Dahlia leaned against the wall behind her. "I know."

Her vision went blurry, and she closed her eyes. She knew what was happening, but she didn't fight it this time. She just wasn't up for it.

"Hello, Ms. Foster," Larry said.

The scene changed, and Edgeworth clad in a formal red suit stood in Larry's place.

"Hello Ms. Foster," Edgeworth said.

"Hee hee, hello Mr. Prosecutor," she said, brushing a scarlet strand of hair from her face. As she moved it away, it turned black and Larry was back.

"I take it you're prepared to testify?" Larry said.

"Of course," Iris said.

Edgeworth reappeared again and the scenes melded together in a distorted image of two men. They spoke in unison. "That's good, we cannot have any mistakes."

She couldn't tell if her hair was red or black anymore, and she heard two voices speak in a perfect harmony, laced with innocence. "Don't worry. I'm sure it'll be fine. That bad man is going to get what he deserves."

"Mm-hmm," Larry said, looking at some papers. "You're fully aware of the requirements of testifying, correct?"

"Yes," she and Iris said. "I am."

A court bailiff stepped in. "We are about to begin the trial of Terry Fawles."