Apollo sat on the floor in the lobby, legs stretched across the old tiles, his back flat against the wall. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he was by himself.

"Oh, man..." The young attorney spoke to the empty air. Even by his standards, this was one crazy case. What had started off as a straightforward mission to help a friend had gotten him tangled in the investigation of a crime committed at one of the most prestigious places in the country. That had made his paths cross with what surely had to be one of the most infamous spies in history, as well as the daughter of his victims. And he now had the dubious distinction of being the only defense attorney who had to defend his client in a bombed courtroom, with a metaphorical gun aimed at the Judge all the while.

Suddenly the young man felt a light tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see Reina, who was flanked by Clay and Athena. For a long time, no one said anything. No one had a ready summary for everything that had happened over the rollercoaster of the past few days. But at length, Reina allowed herself a smile.

"So...you up for some coffee?"

Reina's expression gladdened Apollo, who pulled himself back up on his feet.

"That sounds great, but...I was thinking..." He looked from side to side. "Maybe we can treat these two, too?"

Clay shrugged and grinned, clearly ready for a celebration for his not guilty verdict. Athena's smile was smaller and tighter, but she nodded. Reina huffed, clearly annoyed by the prospect of additional company, but she shrugged.

"Mr. Justice!"

All eyes turned towards Bobby Fulbright, who ran straight toward them and braked himself just in time. The four watched as the detective hunched over, gasping for breath, before finally righting himself and offering Apollo the crispest salute he could give.

"Mr. Justice...on behalf of the city...on behalf of the department...and on behalf of justice...I cannot thank you enough for your help in bringing in the phantom!"

Apollo waved his hand good-naturedly. "Never mind that, Detective. You're the one who brought him down with your hands, after all! And..." he hesitated. "As weird as it might be to say this, I think we might actually owe Ms. Blackquill for making that possible."

Fulbright frowned, the loss of Simon Blackquill and the effect it had on his sister clearly weighing on him. "Yes...I mean, I'm not saying I don't appreciate the fact that justice has been served. I just...wish it didn't require so many sacrifices, you know?"

The still air was eventually cut by Apollo.

"You know..."

Apollo scratched his head. "I'm not gonna pretend I know much about Simon Blackquill...or say for sure whether we would have been friends or rivals in another life...or lose sight of the fact that Ms. Blackquill won't be able to see it...but I was thinking that maybe we owe it to him...to make sure a proper funeral is held."


Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, and Franziska von Karma sat in the office of the Wright Anything Agency, having just finished their toast they shared with their coffee cups.

"Here's to another case under your agency's belt." Edgeworth took a sip.

Phoenix shrugged and managed a smile with his mouthful of coffee. Franziska shook her head and grinned, satsified that her husband still carried the cadence he had as a young law student.

She leaned back in her chair a little, reminiscing.

"It seems so long ago..." She began. "That I was the prodigy of our university...a go-getter, aspiring to have a perfect record in the field of prosecution."

"I was not too different." Edgeworth set down his cup. "Only I had already graduated, and...had already earned something of a reputation for myself as a demon prosecutor."

"And I was kind of at the crossroads of life," Phoenix spoke up. "I wanted to be a lawyer, but I hadn't really the slightest clue of what I wanted to be beyond that."

"I can tell you what you are behind the badge, Phoenix." Franziska put a hand on his shoulder. "The best husband I could ask for. The father of our children, and a more than deserved guardian for Trucy."

"My good friend," Edgeworth continued. He hesitated, then chuckled. "And if I'm to be perfectly honest...my personal hero."

It was doubtful to believe that any of the three could have known what their futures would take them years down the lane. But it was obvious that all were in the same place; one where they could ensure that justice was served and meted out fairly.

-A multi-chapter story; Chapter 55; story idea by CRed1988 and writing by Jerviss.