Apollo grit his teeth. He was at the door, but he had to work hard to will himself to raise his finger and go through with ringing the doorbell.

Two months have passed since Mr. Gavin's arrest. My first trial, and I lost both my mentor and my job.

Nothing happened. He rang the bell again.

Yeah, I'll admit it. I was screwed. But even when I hit rock bottom, I told myself I'd never come here. Honest. Here being the legendary Wright & Co Law Offices.

He sighed. He heard a click on the other side of the door. He had to do what had to be done; his near-depleted bank account demanded it.

Ok, Justice, time to stop trembling.

The door swung open.

"Ah! You must be here for the interview!"

Apollo paused. It was the young girl he had met in the courthouse during that fateful case, complete with her blue cape and top hat.

"Right this way. Huh? Hello there! You've found the Wright place! Welcome! I, Trucy, will take responsibility for you"

Before Apollo could say or do anything more, Trucy grabbed his hand and yanked him through the doorway, then down a foyer and into the main room.

Apollo blinked. The room was absolutely cluttered with junk. Balloons, both filled and unused. Party horns, gloves, boxes, wands. Smack dab in the middle, sitting on an old green rug, was a strange oblong box, at least six feet in length. There was a handsaw nearby.

Before Apollo could examine the box, Trucy rapped him on the shoulder with a long cane she had swiped off a swivel chair.

"First off...what are you good at?"

Apollo blinked. He wanted to say "defending," but a single successful trial would not be entirely honest. He fumbled with his words for a moment.

"I...like to read, talk, and shout."

"Hmmm..." Trucy bopped her forehead. "So you like gaining knowledge, and you're committed...nice! Let's compare notes!"

She dropped the cane and jumped over the box, picking up the saw and rapping on the middle with it. Apollo nearly yelped as a head poked out from one end. It was the face of a boy, with short black hair and gray eyes.

"Hey there, mister!"

Tracy gave the saw a twirl. "Next up!"

Apollo watched as a pair of feet popped out from the other side of the box, bearing red socks. Trucy gave her saw another twirl and held it at the ready.

"3...2...1...action!"

Trucy went straight forward, sawing straight down the middle of the box. As the flummoxed attorney watched, the two halves moved, and one side on each popped open to let a child out. One was the boy. The other was a young girl, with blue hair done up in pigtails. All three gave a bow, although Trucy's young compatriots, each looking around six years of age to the older girl's fourteen-odd, were a little slower and unrefined in movement.

"What do you say to that?"

Apollo blinked. "A true classic."

"Classic?" Trucy shook her head. "That's all? C'mon, I put a lot of work into this!" She held out the saw. "See? Plastic blade. No risk of mishaps from metal!"

"We all made the box," The boy said, "out of paper mache."

"Big Sister even used tape to measure us." The younger girl mumbled.

"I...see..." Apollo spoke up. "I'm sorry, that was great, but I was hoping for work as a defense lawyer. Is this the right place? Are there any...legal assignments for me?"

"We can find one."

Apollo whirled around. The doorway was occupied again. Phoenix Wright grinned and gave a thumbs-up. He was wearing the same blue hat as before, as well as the same gym clothes. Franziska von Karma stood beside him, her prosecutor's badge shining from it's spot on her suit lapel. She shook her head lightly, but she had a small smile of her own.

"How..." Apollo was temporarily lost for words. He had not noticed them. "How long were you watching?"


Edgeworth sighed, sitting straight in his chair. It was nighttime, but he had to keep on top of things. He kept his arms folded as he looked across at Vera Misham, who sat at the other side of the table. Kay had pulled up a seat in the middle.

"Now," Kay began. "You and I've talked, but Mr. Edgeworth wants to try his own angle." She looked in the prosecutor's direction and smirked. "Isn't that right?"

Edgeworth huffed, trying to shove the memories of his first-ever encounter with Kay to the back of his head. Old cases should not affect the new.

"The victim of the case, as you know, has been identified as Zak Gramyrere. He was a wanted fugitive who had previously been on trial under suspicion of murder. We do not know yet why he sought out your residence."

"Again, Ms. Misham, you do not have to say anything, but please listen." His voice sharpened. "I have reviewed the details as we know them. The prosecution would be willing to treat this incident as a case of self-defense. That is to say, you would take a plea of justified self-protection against an aggressor."

Vera said nothing. Edgeworth sighed.

"But am I to understand that you have already called help for a lawyer that will seek a clean non-guilty verdict?"

"She sure did!" Kay leaned back in her seat. "He should be here any..."

A couple of raps sounded on the other side of the interrogation room's door.

"Sorry, everyone!" That was the bailiff's voice. "He's here!"

The door swung open, and the red-clad young man walked in. He griped a large packet under his arm. He nodded in the manner of a slight bow. His voice was a little shaky, but he carried it loud and clear.

"Apollo Justice, practicing attorney at your service, Ms. Vera Misham."

-A multi-chapter story; Chapter 8; story idea by CRed1988 and writing by Jerviss.