Gregory Edgeworth had no idea where he was when he woke up. It didn't really help that his eyelids felt too heavy to lift. Not being able to see where he was, Gregory had to rely on his other senses. He could hear the beeping of a heart monitor, he could feel rough bed sheets and an IV in the back of his hand, and he could smell something similar to rubbing alcohol.

"Am I in the hospital?" Gregory thought.

He couldn't remember anything before waking up in the hospital, his head was too fuzzy. The last thing he remembered was entering an elevator holding his son's hand.

"Wait. Miles! Where's Miles!?" Gregory's mind raced, panicking.

The beeping of the heart monitor became more rapid as he tried to force words out of his tired, dry throat. Unfortunately, all he could manage was a weak groan. Then he felt a hand on his arm, it was too big and calloused to be his nine-year-old son, but the presence was still pretty comforting...and familiar.

"...Miles...w'r's Miles?" Gregory slurs out.

The hand on his arm gently squeezes its grip, then a deep rumbly voice speaks to him. Gregory was too weak to process what the voice was telling him, though it did sound reassuring, like they were probably telling him that Miles was okay. Trusting that the voice was telling him that his son was safe, Gregory slips back into unconsciousness.

After a difficult trial, Defense Attorney Gregory Edgeworth makes his way to the courthouse elevator, his son in tow. His client was unfortunately declared guilty, but he did manage to get his opponent, Prosecutor Von Karma, a penalty for some of his questionable methods.

"Did you enjoy watching your father in court for the first time, Miles?" Gregory asked.

"Yes, Father. But...I'm sorry you didn't win." Miles replied.

"Hmm, yes, that wasn't the outcome I was hoping for, but I think you're missing the point, son. The goal isn't to "win", it's to seek the truth, regardless of who's guilty or not guilty." Gregory explained to the boy.

"Okay, Father." Miles nodded.

They enter the elevator, along with a bailiff. For a while, the elevator ride was uneventful...until an earthquake hits. The quake causes the elevator to stall and the power to go out, filling the small space with the soft glow of the emergency light.

"Miles, are you alright?" Gregory asked moments after the sudden rough stop of the elevator knocked everyone inside off their feet.

"Mhm." Miles answered, a little shaken up.

Still pretty scared, Miles crawls into his father's arms, clinging tightly to him.

"H-how long are we going to be stuck in here?" Miles whimpered.

"Not sure, sweetheart." Gregory replied, trying to soothe his son.

"Sir, what's your name?" he asked the bailiff.

"Yanni Yogi." Yanni responded.

"Mr. Yogi, do you think you can pry open the doors?" Gregory said, pointing to the elevator's doors.

"I can try." Yanni said getting to his feet and reaching for the doors.

The bailiff tries to force the doors open, but they wouldn't budge.

"D*mn, it's no use." Yanni huffs.

"I'll try the emergency call button, it runs on a different power system." he added.

A few hours later, and help had not arrived; in that time the air had gotten increasingly thinner. Gregory sat with his back against the wall, Miles sat beside him, leaning against his side and clutching his shirt. The scared little boy lets out a few sniffles as tears run down his face.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay, Miles. We'll get out of here soon." Gregory said, wrapping an arm around his son and wiping the tears of his face.

"Bullsh*t! We're all gonna f**king suffocate to death!" Yanni shouted in a panicked tone.

That outburst resulted in Miles crying out, sobbing louder.

"What the h*ll is wrong with you!?" Gregory snarled, holding Miles protectively.

"What? There's no point in lying to the boy." Yanni argued.

"Well, there's no point in making him cry either!" Gregory argued back.

Gregory tries to calm Miles down as the decreasing supply of air caused Yanni to behave more erratically. 

"Stop stealing my air, stop it!" Yanni yelled, grabbing Gregory by the front of his shirt, yanking him to his feet and pinning him to the corner of the elevator.

Miles runs to the other end of the elevator to get away from the crazy man attacking his father. The defense attorney struggles to get the oxygen deprived bailiff off of him.

"God d*mn it, man, get ahold of yourself! You're frightening my kid!" Gregory shouted when yanni's hands wrap around his throat.

"LEAVE MY FATHER ALONE!" Miles screamed.

Seeing his son so scared and crying, Gregory had enough. He pushes Yanni off of him then punches the man in the face, knocking him immediately unconscious. With Yanni out cold, Gregory tries to catch his breath, but the lack of oxygen in the small space made that difficult.

"Don't pass out, don't pass out, don't pass out..." Gregory mumbled to himself feeling light headed, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead.

A soft thump pulls Gregory out of his thoughts. His heart drops to his stomach at the sight of his little boy passed out on the floor.

"Miles!?" Gregory gasped dropping to his knees next to his son.

He shakes Miles's shoulder, trying to wake him, but it didn't work. Now Gregory was the one who was terrified, terrified that his son might actually suffocate to death. Just when he thought there was no hope of rescue, the doors suddenly open. 

"Oh thank god." Gregory sighed in relief.

Gregory stands up too quickly causing his head to spin and his vision to blur. He couldn't clearly see who was standing outside the elevator, only their shape.

"H-help us...please." Gregory said, trying to stay upright.

It took too long for Gregory to discern what the figure had pulled out of their pocket and pointed in his direction. By the time he realized that it was a gun, it was too late...the trigger had already been pulled. A sharp pain blooms in the lawyer's stomach and he falls back, hitting his head on the wall, and that was it.

Gregory wakes with a jolt, suddenly remembering what put him in the hospital. The darkness in the room indicated that it was the middle of the night. Being more aware than the first time he woke up in the hospital, Gregory tries to take in his surroundings once more. To his left was a bedside table where his glasses and a water bottle rested, then he felt a presence at his right...it was Miles curled up next to him sleeping soundly. Miles being okay lifted a heavy weight off of his chest and he holds the sleeping boy close, kissing the top of his head. Then, Gregory notices someone sleeping in a chair next to his hospital bed.

"Detective Badd?" Gregory said, quietly so he wouldn't wake his son.

That's when he remembered the hand that was on his arm, comforting him, the first time woke up. He knew that the presence felt familiar but he didn't know it was Tyrell that was at his side. But...why was he still here? Was it because Gregory was shot and he needed to question him for the police report? Or was he really that worried about someone who was barely a friend?