DECEMBER 26 11:00 AM
PEOPLE PARK

Dick agreed to take me to People Park, after watching the lab work. If my gut is right, they should be here. There's no way they wouldn't, after pulling that stunt. I knew my father would be able to defend Mr. Von Karma long enough until I can get the those two witnesses and drag them into the courtroom. Though, before I did, I will need a long talk with the both of them. Thus, I waited in the bench at the park with my white coat that covered me from head to toe.

Sighing, Dick asked, "are you sure we won't get in trouble? I mean, this is a school day. I doubt if your friends are going to show up here."

"Oh they will," I stated factually, crossing my arms. We've actually been waiting for about 15 minutes or so.

"If you say so."

It wasn't longer than a few seconds before I saw the troublemaker himself. From there, I took off running after him, shouting, "LARRY BUTZ, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!"

"Eeeeeeeek!" Larry squealed, running as fast as he could, while I was running after him. "WHY MEEEEEEEEEEE!?!"

"Miles, you're- Hey, let go of me!" I heard Nick (1) in the background, but I ignored him and focused on tackling down Larry.

"HELP ME!" Larry cried.

"Why are you not in school!?" I asked, my head boiling.

"Why aren't you!? We've been-"

"I'm helping Father with a trial, doe-doe head! What's your excuse!?" I asked, pinning down Larry to the ground.

"We were looking for you!"

"WRONG! Father is looking for me! You are in a lot of trouble, Larry Butz! And, you dragged Nick with you too!? I cannot believe you!"

"I'm sorry!~"

"Miles, what's going on!?" Nick asked, who I now realized was being held by the back of his coat by Dick. I'll have to reward him for this. Maybe some of my lunch?

"That's what I'd like to know! Why is Larry's icky snot at the scene of a crime!?" I asked outraged.

"What!?"

"I didn't kill anyone! You know me! I would never!" Larry whined, crying crocodile tears.

"Not that crime scene, idiot! I mean a kidnapping crime scene! I was kidnapped and your snot was found under the chair of the crime scene! EXPLAIN YOURSELF BUTZ BEFORE I KICK YOU ON A COUNT OF THREE!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"ONE!"

"I SWEAR I DIDN'T! WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU WERE KIDNAPPED!"

"TWO!"

"Uh, are you sure about this, Pal?" Dick asked, not feeling too comfortable about the roughhousing.

"PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! WE'RE FRIENDS, AREN'T WE!?!" Larry pleaded.

"THR-"

"We snuck into the court building yesterday!" Nick blurted out.

"Nick, it was supposed to be a surprise!" Larry glared.

"Sorry, Miles seems really angry."

"You idiots snuck into the Courthouse?"  I asked, seething.

"Yeah, we were gonna surprise you. But then, the coppers showed up and kicked us out. It was a mess," Larry admitted, smiling sleepishly.

"So, the table and chair were inside the courthouse," I concluded, getting myself off Larry. "Just like the ladder."

"Wait, but how did those things move from the courthouse to that building? I mean, it's not the neighboring building. More like several blocks," Dick wondered.

"Maybe they flew?" Nick thought, thinking deeply.

"That's not how it works, Pal. Objects can't fly."

"But, I saw Miles fly!"

"What?"  I asked, glaring at Nick. For some reason though, I do feel like I remember flying over several buildings.

"Yeah, it was pretty cool! I think they talked about that in this one News article," Larry said.

"Show me!" I demanded.

"Okay! Okay! Man, you really need to stop with the scary eyes," Larry said as I sighed.

Nick and Larry walked over to a Newspaper from today. One of the pages shows a picture of a shadow of a child flying in midair over two buildings to the left of the courthouse. Dick looked to be bugging out. I was just amazed that not only did that figure look like me, but I actually remember this happening. Well, barely, but still. I could've sworn it was only in a dream. (2)

"That was seriously awesome, Edgey. How'd you fly like that!?" Larry grinned happily.

"I don't know!" I replied, almost shouting.

"Still, it was pretty cool. You should've invited us," Nick said, feeling disappointed.

"Well, sorry for not inviting my friends to be part of a hostage situation!" I glared. I swear, why are all my friends jerks?

"I'm sure there must be a perfectly good explanation for this?" Dick replied, not sounding too sure.

"Where were you both when you saw this?" I asked.

"We were being chased out of the courthouse. This Oldbag (3) lady was freaking out about it and we made our escape before she noticed," Nick admitted.

"Oldbag?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's what she calls herself. She said something about looking for poop," Larry said, grinning with his hands behind his head.

"No, I'm sure she was calling Pops poop," Nick argued with puffy cheeks. Pops was Father, of course. My friends always call him that.

"Ugh, ANYWAYS back on topic, was she the one that found you inside the courthouse?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Yep!" Larry smirked.

"Pretty much!" Nick replied cheerfully.

"Is this even good testimony?" Dick asked.

"Father might be able to pull more out of these idiots, but I'm certain this Oldbag lady would be their alibi. Also, if I was found flying near the courthouse by her and my friends, they might be good witnesses. Either way, we'll need to run them by Detective Badd," I replied.

"Are we in trouble?" Nick asked sorrowfully.

"That depends. You both caused a lot of trouble yesterday."

"I'm sorry. We just wanted to surprise you. We got a free bucket of KFC chicken (4) to eat with you!"

"Yeah, because that's what friends do," Larry grinned stupidly.

It was a sweet gesture, I have to admit. It wasn't like they did anything bad and they didn't know what was happening to me. I can't really be mad at them for that. I hate it when they do this to me. When they get in trouble, they always cry or give me these puppy dog eyes. Well, Nick does. Larry is just trouble.

"Aww, co'mon, Edgey. They were just trying to wish you a Merry Christmas. They even got you some KFC chicken! They must really love you a lot," Dick grinned as I groaned.

"Of course we do! We're like the Three Caballeros (5), dude!" Larry grinned stupidly as him and Phoenix both gave me a group hug. I groaned.

"You both are jerks," I mumbled.

"We're sorry, Edgey~" Nick and Larry sang together. I sighed.

"It's alright, I suppose. Jerks," I said, hugging my friends back.

"Awww, you guys look so cute together," Dick cooed as I glared at him, making him shiver.

"Don't push it, Dinkey!" I snapped.

"Hey, I told you not. in. public!"

"It's just us and my friends. It's fine," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Dinkey? I like that," Larry grinned.

"Dinkey's a cool name," Nick agreed.

"Ugh, you really don't make it easy being around you, do you?" Dick asked, looking defeated.

"Nick and Larry are trouble, but they're still my friends. We stick together through anything and that includes this trial, now that their trail has been found at the crime scene,"I said. Hopefully, they didn't leave the chicken in the courthouse to rot.

"Yeah. We should probably get to the courthouse. You two go see Detective Badd and he will help prepare your testimonies," Dick instructed my friends.

"Yes sir," Nick and Larry replied together.

From there, Dick took the three of us to the courthouse, sitting Nick and Larry in the sidecar.

11:30 AM
DISTRICT COURTHOUSE
3RD FLOOR LOBBY

This was a pain, but I had to let Dick stuff me in his backpack to hide me from Prosecutor Debeste. He did promise me we wouldn't be going inside the elevator, so I was somewhat relieved. At least it was soft and I didn't feel trapped inside, since there was a zipper. Still, it felt very cramped and close to being closed. I had to unzip a small hole in the backpack to keep myself breathing. I had to remember to breathe, so I can focus on saving Mr. Von Karma and Father.

Nick and Larry followed Dick to go to the 3rd Floor Lobby. I had almost forgotten that Detective Badd and Uncle Ray had to prepare their testimonies as well. Detective Badd would be the first to testify, since he was the Detective leading the investigation. More than likely, his profession would be questioned due to the fingerprints on the window. I don't know when Uncle Ray will be testifying. Hopefully, Father can get their names cleared out. I know they weren't responsible for my kidnapping, but they must know a hidden truth.

As soon as we made it to the lobby, Dick put down the backpack. I can see why he did, being it was heavy carrying me on his back. Uncle Ray was here. We needed to make sure that my whereabouts were out of the ears of the prosecution. Luckily, we made sure to warn Phoenix and Larry, while we were in the parking lot. It sucked though.

"Ah, Dick, you found our two new witnesses?" Detective Badd asked.

"Sure did! Well, sorta," Dick replied.

"I still can't believe we have to be dragged all the way here! I mean, we didn't do anything! Does anyone believe me?" Larry cried his usual crocodile tears. I swear, if he doesn't shut up, I'm going to get out of this bag and kick him.

"Honestly, I don't know what to believe anymore," Dick groaned. Then, he eyed me inside his backpack, then his eyes bug-eyed. "Oh, I just remembered something! Are there any windows that are blind spots (6) to the security cameras?"

"Blind spots?" Detective Badd asked, eyes looking at Dick with suspicion.

"Why would there be blind spots? I mean... I suppose the windows wouldn't be as highly secure, being we're so high up. If anyone was to fall from this high, they'd be crushed down below," Uncle Ray replied, smiling sleepishly.

"We saw Miles flying last evening. It was really something!" Larry smirked as Detective Badd turned bug-eyed.

"WHAT!?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Uncle Ray almost screamed.

"I know this case is making you excited, but I hope you're not presuming that Miles has the ability to fly," Detective Badd stated.

"But, I saw him!" Larry cried.

"I did too! You can ask Ms. Oldbag, if you don't believe us," Nick replied with folded arms and a puffy face.

"Did you say Oldbag? She's involved in this too!?" Detective Badd asked, his eyes looking wildly annoyed.

"Yeah, she spotted us when she was looking for poop," Larry stated.

"I'm pretty sure she was saying that Pops was poop," Nick argued.

"It was also in the newspaper too by a freelance journalist, who took the picture the moment it happened. I can't say it was messed with in any way," Dick replied, showing the article we found on the Newspaper. He grinned, "I mean, unless you can invent a machine that can manipulate photographs digitally and make all kinds of changes to it." (7)

"Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it isn't out of the realm of possibilities that Miles did fly. At least, not by himself. Mr. Edgeworth told me that he used to deliver documents secretly through zip-lining," Uncle Ray thought, scrunching his lips to one side. I never heard of that! So, Father used a zip-lining method to deliver documents? That's so cool! I mean, the zip-lining thing, not the... forging... thing........ Still wish I could've seen that.

"Hm... that's still far fetch. That would require another building nearby and delivering one end of the line to the other building. There's no nearby abandoned building like there was with the Police Department," Detective Badd replied.

"Not to mention Miles was assumed to have been flying over two buildings. That's too far for there to be a zip," Dick pointed out. I was thinking the same thing, even as cool as it sounds. Yet, I do remember somehow flying that night.

The door opened and I found Mr. Gant on the other side of the door. He clapped joyfully, saying, "good morning, gentlemen. I'm getting the forensics team ready, so Mr. Edgeworth can remove the bullet from Mr. Von Karma's shoulder. I wanted to check and make sure our witnesses' testimonies are ready to go."

"Sure is. Man, that sounds painful," Uncle Ray cringed.

"Same. Also..." Detective Badd said, getting out his mirror. "Dick is asking about any windows that are blind spots to the security cameras."

"Hm... good question. Say, mind if I take a load off you, Dick? This seems a bit weighty on you," (8) Mr. Gant asked. Thank goodness! Looks like Mr. Gant is going to move me somewhere no  one can see me, so I can finally breathe.

"Sure! I'll follow right behind you, Mr. Gant!" Dick replied, saluting him as Detective Badd humphed.

"Splendid! Badd, make sure to watch the kids, while I... take care of some business," Mr. Gant grinned his signature smirk.

"... I'm babysitting huh? I suppose... I'll have to accept that," Detective Badd replied. He didn't seem to be too happy about watching Nick and Larry, not that I blame him.

Mr. Gant clapped, laughing as he picked up the backpack I was inside, then slowly held it over his back. He took his leave with Dick following him. I looked through my little peep hole as I watched Nick and Larry turn their eyes over to me, showing soft smiles. They were wishing me luck. The door quickly closed as Mr. Gant made his way to some sort of storage room.

Placing the backpack on the ground, he unzipped the backpack as I crawled out, panting. I was feeling slightly chilled from the sweat building while I was inside that cramped bag. Recognizing my surroundings of the dark room, I realized that I was shaking. My vision became somewhat blurry as I began imagining some sort of hard surface over top me. Breathe. Breathe. Just... breathe.

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself like this, little Worthy," Mr. Gant told me, brushing his fingers through my hair.

"I-I'm not..." I replied, sounding out-of-breath, before I started coughing. Mr. Gant gently took a hold of me, then held me close to try to calm me down. I felt tears pouring as my body shook and all I could think about was how to breathe. "I-I wasn't... when I... was in there... I was fine... Really." I looked all around the storage room. It was filled with all sorts of junk. It felt... so familiar. Why? Why was I...?

I began noticing the walls of the storage room began closing all around me. No! I don't want...! Get me out of here! No!

"Breathe, Miles. Breathe," I heard Mr. Gant whisper. He never called me by my name. He must be worried. I don't want to worry him, but... I can't stop the shaking. I can't stop the crying.

"I... I'm... a c-coward," I wept.

"No. You have experienced one of the worst things to have happened. That never comes without consequences."

"I don't wanna be afraid," I cried, trying to stop the tears, but I couldn't. They just kept coming. I couldn't stop the shaking.

"Nobody does, but everyone feels it, even your father."

"F-F-Father?"

"I can't imagine how fearful he is right now. He doesn't know if you're dead or alive. He has to trust Mr. Von Karma for your safety. Just like you, he's pushing himself. He's still moving forward for your sake."

I began thinking about Father. He was always smiling at me, always faced his opposition without fear. He was like that with Mr. Von Karma during the trial. He's afraid for me? But...

"He's never cried. He's never shaken in fear. He..."

"Let me tell you something. I actually shouldn't be telling you this, but... on the security camera at the Detention Center when your father was asking Mr. Von Karma to be his Attorney, he did exactly what you are doing right now." He... He did? I looked up at him as he wiped my tears. "He wept. He shook in fear. He was terrified. The last time I saw him like that was when he lost your mother. That was enough to convince Mr. Von Karma to trust him and he NEVER trusts Defense Attorneys."

"But... he trusted... Father?"

"Because, you are your father's son. He knew your father would do anything to save you. No other Defense Attorney would risk so much to save you, not anyone, except your father. If Von Karma was to be placed behind bars, knowing you would be safe, he would do it. He's already proven that... Little Worthy."

I smiled, sniffing as I wiped my tears. I hugged Mr. Gant tightly. I asked, "could you make sure no one gets in here, while Dick and I investigate?"

"Of course. I'll leave the light on for you. But, try not to push yourself too hard. If you have to take a break, then take a break. You're already fighting bigger battles than just against that Prosecutor."

"Y-Yes sir," I replied as Mr. Gant got up, then made his way to the door. He turned to Dick.

"Look after Little Worthy. Do you hear?"

"Yes sir!" Dick replied as Mr. Gant gave his signature smirk, then left. Dick walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You alright, Edgey?"

"... I think so."

"Mr. Gant is right, you know. You shouldn't push yourself, if you're feeling like this," Dick said. I didn't notice, but now seeing his eyes clearly, I can see the same eyes Father gives when I hurt myself. I smiled at him brightly.

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"I'll be fine. I've got Dinkey with me," I replied, laying my head on his chest as I clutched onto his jacket. "He saved me from those bad guys. He looks after me. I wouldn't be here without him."

"Aww geez. You're making me blush," Dick replied, grinning as he lightly hugged me, patting my head. "You're a brave kid. You're also smart and kinda cute. You know what? You can call me Dinkey anytime you want, even in public."

"Are you sure it won't be too embarrassing?" I asked teasingly, showing a smirk.

"Na, not anymore. I just realized that cuties like my girl come and go, but I'm gonna stick with you until the end. If anyone has a problem with it, they'll have to face me, because no one is going to lay a hand on you as long as Dinkey's around," Dick said proudly and protectively as I giggled. (9)

"You do realize that detectives don't work for Defense Attorney's, right?"

"Maybe, but I'm still sticking with you. Can't change my mind! I've already decided!"

"Hehe, alrighty, I'll try not to take advantage of this," I smirked, then punched my fist into my palm. "Anyways, let's start this investigation."

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It was going to be a bit difficult to investigate in this small room. Though, I knew this room was important. Mr. Gant did take us to a window that has a blind spot to the security cameras. It was easy to see why. There were no security cameras in this area. It was no wonder why Mr. Gant was comfortable enough to release me from my backpack prison.

So then, where is the window? With all the mountain of boxes and junk, it was hard to tell if there was any window or not. Thinking, I began climbing on the boxes. Dick, of course, tried to stop me. He grabbed a hold of the back of my shirt.

"Wait, what are you doing? If one of those boxes fall, you could get hurt," Dick warned me.

"I'll be fine. I'm lighter weight than you and I need to find the window to this room. Why would Mr. Gant take us to a room that needs to be investigated, unless it was one of the only possible windows that's a blind spot?" I asked, gently kicking his hand off.

"Be careful!"

"Yes, Mommy,"  I replied, hearing him scoff.

I began pushing other boxes out of the way to find a window. If there is a window here, those guys must've blocked it with these boxes to hide suspicion. Perhaps it was to hide what it was that was making me fly over two buildings. It couldn't have been through a zip-line. The line that would connect the two buildings would be far too long to go unnoticed when connecting. That meant there was another possibility.

Pushing more boxes out of the way to the point where I was literally between the wall and another box, I finally found some light, some sort of opening to a window. I shouted, "EUREKA! I FOUND IT!"

"You did!? Where are you!? I can't see you!" Dick asked.

"That's because I'm being squished between the boxes and wall! Ugh!" I replied, trying to push the other box out of my way with my feet, hopefully not making the whole pile tumble on top or over me. I was finally able to get a big enough view to at least bend down and have a good view of the window. It seemed to be wide enough to fit the ladder, table and chairs. It also didn't include iron bars or a screen, but what really got my attention was the bottom half of the window that seemed to be covered in tarp. "The bottom half of the window! IT'S BROKEN!!"

"What!?"

"That must be why they tried covering up the window. But, why is it broken?" I wondered.

"Maybe they pushed the window up with the latch on. I remember trying to get some air on the hottest day of the summer, and I ended up breaking the window. My landlord almost evicted me for that."

"Did it shatter at all?"

"Not really. Just cracked in a few places. Wait, is it completely shattered?"

"Yep. Looks like they did more than just crack this one in a few places," I said. Did the bad guys shatter it? Examining the window, I couldn't find a latch. Perhaps this was a window that couldn't be opened. "There's no latch and the window is completely shattered open with a tarp to cover it. I can only conclude that they broke the window to put something through."

Looking through the window, I could see the two buildings that I was assumed to have flown over. So, I flew through here? But then, where would I have landed? There didn't seem to be a landing space anywhere pass my view point. Did I really fly? No, I can't doubt, there had to be a way. There...

Ugh! I wish I could remember. My memory is so fuzzy. I remember somewhat of flying, but I don't remember how! All I remember was that my arms were spread like wings and I was flying. Wait, why would my arms be spread out like wings? Maybe I'm thinking too narrowly. I need to think outside the box like Father always does! Perhaps I didn't need to be zip-linned to fly.

Looking down, I noticed how the wind was blowing on the tarp covering the shattered window big enough to fit the ladder, table, chairs and even myself separately. An idea came to me. I reached down to the tape connecting the tarp to the window. Slowly, I began untaping it until it was completely untaped. Just then, the tarp blew right out the window, then went flying away by the wind. That's when it hit me. 

"EUREKA!" I exclaimed.

"You find something!?"

"I know how I was able to fly! I was-" (10) I was about to explain, but then as soon as I began turning around to get out, I realized how utterly cramped I was. "Uh..."

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"Edgey!" Dick called out to me.

My body was shaking again. No, breathe. You can get out Miles Edgeworth! I began climbing up the boxes as I felt the box about to crush me. No, don't think about it! Get out! I coughed, then continued trying to get out of the pile of boxes, trying to remove my imagination of the boxes trying to crush me. I need to... I need to... focus...

"EDGEY! I'M GONNA GET YOU OUT!" I heard Dick scream.

"NO! No! I'm alright!" I assured, climbing up some more boxes until I got to the top.

As soon as I made it to the top, I felt safe. Open space. Freedom! I began climbing down on the other side before slipping and falling off the mountain of boxes. I screamed before being caught by Dick in his arms. I held on tightly onto his jacket, panting from my claustrophobia. (11) I'm never calling Nick a crybaby ever again. This was exhausting.

"Are you okay!? You nearly gave me a heart attack! I told you not to push yourself!" Dick scolded me, while I focused on my breathing. There was a moment of pause before I felt his arms hugging me gently. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's okay."

"I'm weak," I mumbled.

"No, you're not. You were brave what you did."

"..."

"Look, you know those people that climb up tall mountains and jump off airplanes for the thrills?"

"Yeah."

"That's not brave! What your father is doing right now is brave, you know why?"

"..."

"Because when someone does something for the thrill of it, there's nothing they're battling. A brave person has something to fight for, not just for others, but their inner demons that prevent them from going to battle. Everyone has demons they have to fight against and it doesn't make them weaker. It makes them stronger." (12)

"..."

"I'm also battling my own demons too, you know."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Being homeless for one."

"..."

"I'm also afraid of the dark... and not protecting you."

I held Dick tighter, squeezing my eyes shut. I said quietly, "it's okay. I'm okay."

"I know."

I wanted nothing more than to be held right now. It was nice being held. I felt safe and warm. Before I knew it, I felt my world turn black. I was tired. It's too bad that tarp is gone. That would've been great evidence. Maybe Father can pull a good one.

11:50 AM
COURTHOUSE
COURTROOM #1

Since recess was over, it was time to return back to the courtroom. I held onto the note my son wrote to me in my front pocket of my shirt. I felt relieved that my son was safe, but I also worried too. Now, that I knew Miles was not in Blaise's hands, that brought the question of his whereabouts. He could be anywhere. Since I got the letter from Damon, I trusted that at least he was looking after Miles. Still, even though I trust Damon to never hurt my son, it wasn't to say I trusted he wouldn't hide anything from me. Damon is a good friend, but he was well known for hiding things and going to extremes in order to catch criminals. Many times, his interrogation methods were more unorthodox than my own during my detective days.

The only thing that kept Damon from being worse than what I once was, was how much he looked after me. Even knowing what kind of a person I became and only living for myself, he still forgave and accepted me as his friend. He loves Miles especially. I trusted that if anything were to happen to me, he would look after Miles. The biggest fear I had, though, was that my dark days as a detective gave him corrupt ideas. It's always been my fear that my mistakes and skeletons had done more harm than good, especially for Miles. He's my most treasured possession, a blessing from Rachael.

Miles will never fully understand this, but he has become both my strength and weakness. I always feel confident by his words, smile and presence. I haven't buried myself in my own guilt or given up when fighting for the truth thanks to Miles. I fight for Miles and I always will. At the same time, if anyone were to use him against me, I might find myself leaning back to my old ways as a puppet that forged and manipulated evidence. (13) Losing Rachael tore me in pieces with only the baby she gave me to keep me going. Losing Miles would be the last straw for me. Even now, I'm still afraid of losing the one reason I'm behind the Defense's bench.

"Mr. Attorney!" I heard Manfred speak as I turned my head. "Now is not the time to be crying over spilled milk." I could only nod as I heard my client sigh. "We're going to find Miles." I looked up and saw sincerity in Manfred's eyes. I realized now his hand was on my shoulder. "Don't lose focus. I am trusting you as my Attorney. If you let me down, I'm never going to forgive you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Manfred was right. He's never trusted any Defense Attorney and he chose to trust me. If we are to find Miles, we have to go through this trial. I have to put all of my faith in my client. A Defense Attorney must smile at the worst of times. My client, right now, needs to see my smile, my confidence more than anyone else in this courtroom. He needs me.

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Putting on my smile and confidence, I watched as the Judge sat down, then slammed his gavel. He announced, "now, to continue the trial of Manfred Von Karma. It seems we have discovered the possibility of a kidnapping and hostage situation of a child that might be used against him to cover up the real murderer."

"It seems that way," Prosecutor Debeste replied to the Judge. He got out a piece of paper. "We have successfully removed the bullet and it is now being examined. Though, some results have entered in as evidence concerning the kidnapping of the boy. According to Detective Damon Gant, an anonymous caller reported the location of the boy inside an Abandoned Building a few blocks away on Plaintiff Street. Through the investigation, new evidence has been submitted." Putting the paper away, Blaise stood up straight. "I'd like to call on the detective head of the investigation, Detective Tyrell Badd." Detective Badd walked over to the Witness Stand. I had a feeling a trap was being set, but I will have to take it, if I want to find the truth. "Name and profession."

"Detective Tyrell Badd, Detective of the Homicide Division," Detective Badd replied.

"Could you explain the results of this new evidence we were given, if you will?"

"... yes," Detective Badd replied. Alright, cross-examination. I'm going to need to put on my A game. Don't worry Miles, I'm coming for you! "The first piece of evidence we've found was this crowbar. 

"Some scratches and pieces of wood were found on it. I can only guess it was used to open some sort of wooden box, but I can't say more. It was found in a room showing drops of blood and urine."

"HOLD IT! Was there anything else you found on the crowbar?" I asked.

"Aside from glove prints from the last person who used it, there isn't anything else. We think the boy might've escaped. According to the anonymous source, he saw the boy running from the building."

"OBJECTION! How would the boy have escaped using a crowbar? It seems odd he would be able to escape by himself. Could it be this anonymous source is holding the boy from the police?" Prosecutor Debeste asked.

"I'm afraid the answer is... confidential," Detective Badd replied. "If the kidnapper is here in this courtroom, this could risk the boy's safety, if he has escaped. For the time being, his whereabouts will only be known to a select few inside the Police Department."

I could see Blaise was getting frustrated. He knew what it meant. It meant that Miles was in custody by the Police Department. If he had any chance of finding Miles, it would have to be from one of the select few and he knew he couldn't interrogate Detective Badd or Damon for answers. They both have proven that much.

"Very well. Continue," the Judge said.

"The second piece of evidence was the open window above the stove used for ventilation. Fingerprints were found that belong to me," Detective Badd replied.

"Wouldn't that make you a suspect then?" I asked. I hated to ask this question, but I had to question him in order to get to the heart of the truth.

"Since I was in charge of the investigation, no. It's... possible I may have touched the window during my investigation." (14)

"You do realize this will effect your salary, Detective," Blaise smirked as Detective Badd began sweating a bit, though I knew this was a trap. It was for that reason why Detective Badd had to confess of doing this, even though he didn't. With that said, I knew his fingerprints were there before the investigation. There's something Detective Badd isn't telling me.

"I'd like for you to continue, Detective," I said.

"Very well," Detective Badd replied. He continued, "the third are two chairs and a table in the basement. Under the table was a piece of gum and under the chair was a dried snot someone wiped under there. According to the lab results, the DNA of the chewing gum belongs to the Defense Attorney Raymond Shields."

"HOLD IT! Why would Mr. Shields' DNA be on that piece of gum?" I asked.

".... considering it takes place at the scene of the crime, we can only conclude that Raymond Shields was in that building the time the boy was held hostage," Detective Badd. I could sense some doubt in those words, but didn't know any other way that piece of evidence could've ended up there.

"Could you add that to your testimony?" I asked.

"Certainly," Detective Badd replied. "Since the gum found under the table belongs to Raymond Shields, we can conclude he was in that building the time the boy was kidnapped."

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"OBJECTION!" I shouted, pointing my finger. I got out the paper of the results. "It's true Mr. Shields' DNA was found on that piece of gum, but it wasn't just his. A piece of hair was found on the gum belonging to a Phoenix Wright, the same age as the boy in the elevator. The dried snot under the chair belongs to his friend Larry Butz. Are you telling me these children were also part of a kidnapping!? I find that hard to believe!"

"OBJECTION! Perhaps those two children were kidnapped as well," Blaise smirked before showing a frown. "Have you thought about that?"

"Actually, the two boys are in the 3rd Floor Lobby preparing for their testimonies of what they saw. Both were found at People's Park by my student, Dick Gumshoe of the Junior Detective Division. According to the two boys, neither of them were anywhere in that building."

"So, how did their hair and snot get into the building? They could be lying, you know, especially if they've experienced being kidnapped."

I began thinking, then looking through the Court Record, I replied, "I don't think so! I have a theory. What if these pieces of furniture weren't originally a part of that Abandoned Building? Another piece of evidence was also found in the building, a step ladder, which is still being examined at the moment. Though, on the bottom, it clearly reads, 'Property of District Court.'" I showed the picture of the step ladder and the reading on the bottom.

"I wasn't shown anything about a ladder!" Blaise glared angrily. "How did you get this?"

"OBJECTION! It's called a Step Ladder!" I corrected.

"Was that really  necessary?" Manfred asked asked me, deadpanned.

"Yes!"

"It seems... that information was leaked to the Defense," Detective Badd replied offhandedly.

"AH! How did that um... step ladder get to the kidnapping scene!?" The Judge exclaimed.

"The same way that boy was taken to that exact building. The kidnapper didn't just move the boy, he and his accomplices also moved the step ladder, table and chairs. It's the only explanation to why we have evidence of their DNA at the scene of the crime. In fact, I have reason to believe these pieces of evidence were left there to place blame on innocent people that had nothing to do with the kidnapping."

"Then, wouldn't that make these pieces of evidence a red haring? It seems to me that this whole kidnapping was all a wild goose chase to keep us off track of the real murderer, Manfred Von Karma, " Blaise asked, showing a smirk. I knew he would do that.

"So you would say, but I disagree," I smirked as Blaise glared at me with eyes full of fire.

"What?"

"That step ladder showed more than just the name of its owner. It also shows signs of dried blood."

Blaise then began bugging out. Sweat was pouring all over his face, showing signs of hesitation. I got him! He now realized just how vital this piece of evidence is. It seemed that he was unaware that the step ladder showed more evidence than just a simple property marking.

"B-BL-BLOOD!?!" The judge cried, being bug-eyed himself.

"Yes. The table and chairs were also found cleaned off, ergo they were recently used. That includes the stove, which is full of soot and burnt food under the stove top," I pointed out.

"Under the stove top? I've never heard of such!" Blaise argued.

"Most stove tops have a lid you lift to clean under or have you never cleaned under your stove tops before?" I asked almost mockingly as Blaise's eyes began glowing with rage and fire. "I don't think these kinds of evidence should be ignored! Detective Badd, I'd like you to go into deeper detail about the stove, specifically under the stove top."

"Very well," Detective Badd replied. He then gave his second testimony. "It is as Mr. Edgeworth has stated, there was soot and possibly burnt food under the stove top.

"We can only conclude that it may've been used as some sort of heating source and to cook food."

"HOLD IT! How would that be possible, if there was no electricity?" I asked.

"It is gas lit. You can light it up using a match or lighter. The stove ignites by turning the knobs on, activating the gas fuel inside the stove. By using a match or lighter, you can light up the stove instantly. Because of how it was made and manufactured, it was made to where it does not need electricity.

"As for ventilation, we concluded that the smoke might've escaped through the window above the stove."

"Could you add that to your testimony?" I asked.

"Hmph, I don't see the point, but sure," Detective Badd replied. He continued, "The stove is gas lit by turning the knobs to activate the gas fuel, then lighting up a match or lighter to light up the stove. Thus, it does not need electricity to light up and may be used as a heating source, so long as the window is used for ventilation.

"Aside from cooking food, there is no other use we can think of for the stove to be used other than a heating source."

"HOLD IT! Are you sure about that?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure, unless you can think of some other way this stove could've been used."

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"I can think of one possibility," I replied, rubbing my chin. "You said this ignites using fire and gas fuel by turning the knobs. What is fire used for? To burn of course, that includes evidence."

"E-EVIDENCE!?!" The Judge exclaimed.

"Now, you're just scraping the bottom of the barrel. Is this what has become of our former Chief Detective?" Blaise mocked.

"You should know about burning things more than anything else. If I'm not mistaken, I often saw you use your lighter to burn wood during my previous days as a Detective," I replied, slamming my hand on the counter. Then, I pointed to the crowbar. "That crowbar shows splinters of wood, as if to open a wooden box, yet where is this wooden box? We also find a stove in the basement of the same building that has signs of burnt food, but what if that isn't food, but wood?"

"WHAT!?!"

"I think our kidnapper burned evidence of the box the child was kept in before the building was investigated!"

"OBJECTION! You have no evidence!"

"Not now, but I believe once we see the result of the evidence being looked at, it should connect us to the hidden piece of evidence that was destroyed by this very stove!"

"The uh... ladder? Step ladder? I always got confused with the differences between the two, but what would be the point of burning a wooden box?"

"As I have stated, your honor, there was blood found on the top end of the step ladder. Why was it? I believe there was an accident."

"An... accident?"

"Don't let this Defense Attorney get you caught in one of his bluffs!" Blaise said.

"Weren't you doing the same thing earlier about these pieces of evidence being a red haring?"I asked with a small cocky smirk, which made him boil hot red. "As I said, blood was split. I have reason to believe someone was hurt. Blood spills if the weapon was taken out of the wound. Ergo, when the step ladder was removed from the wound, more blood had spilled. The question is, where is the rest of the blood?"

"Ah! AH! Where is it!?" The Judge exclaimed.

"I believe it was on the piece of evidence that was burned by the stove, perhaps a wooden box or crate."

"OBJECTION! Why not just simply clean the blood off?" Blaise asked simply.

"OBJECTION! You know why! The forensics would have found traces of blood and wood absorbs blood. In fact, the reason the crowbar was submitted as evidence was due to drops of blood found in the same room! That's why the evidence with blood had to be burned!"

"Can you prove it, Mr. Edgeworth? A few drops of blood doesn't prove it was originally in a wooden box that disappears or burns from existence."

"I believe the step ladder will prove it. There are fingerprints and shoe prints on the ladder, covered in dust and grime," I replied.

"I see. Though, one thing that bothers me is why Mr. Shields' and the two boys' DNA results are on the other pieces of furniture and how did they move from our courthouse to that building? If I'm not mistaken, the distance is quite a ways away," The Judge pointed out.

"Yes, I believe the answer is in the pudding or our three witnesses. Your honor, I would like to call Phoenix Wright and Larry Butz to the stand." (15)

"Very well. Bailiff, bring the witnesses to the stand now!" The Judge called.

I sighed as Manfred said, "it's unbelievable that they allowed children into the courthouse like some sort of playground."

"Considering the blackout, it doesn't surprise me. Also, they're my son's friends. They were probably wanting to see him," I replied to Manfred, who humphed.

"Where are their parents?"

"Um... they don't have any," I replied as Manfred turned bug-eyed, glaring very shockingly. "Phoenix is an orphan and Larry lives with his older sister, who is a college student. Also, Larry tends to be... um... very troublesome."

"... she should be lucky Child Protection Services haven't knocked on her door for her negligence," Manfred scoffed. As prideful as ever.

The two kids walked up to the Witness Stand. Normally, witnesses would each testify separately, but being that both kids claimed to have been together during the day of the murder, the judge gave them special permission. They seemed to be very nervous, not that I blame them. I honestly feel bad that they have to be forced into this situation without knowing the whereabouts of their missing friend, my son.

"Name and grade school," Blaise started.

"Nickolas Douglas, (16) but call me Phoenix Wright for Playwright...um... Rosenberg Elementary and member of the Drama Club," Phoenix replied fearfully and dramatically.

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"Just Larry Butz... Rosenberg too and labeled Troublemaker," Larry replied with a smirk. I don't see why that's anything to be proud of. Just then, he started looking at our direction, then began freaking out with alligator tears. Oh boy! "Y-You're not gonna hurt me, are you? I swear I didn't do anything!"

"S-Scary."

"Mr. Edgeworth, try to be gentle. They're just small children," the Judge scolded me. He does realize have a child, right? Not to mention I've babysat these kids more times than their guardians.

"Huh? Oh no, Pops is fine. He gives me candy. I'm talking about that guy with the neck scarf," Larry corrected as Manfred's expression turned flabbergast and I had to cover my mouth to try not to laugh. I actually forgot how scary Manfred can come across as.

"Yeah, he kinda looks like Evil George Washington," Phoenix replied, scrunching his lips to the side. He then started freaking out like a child inside a Haunted Mansion. "You're not George Washington's ghost, are you? Please don't hurt me!" 

"That's not funny," Manfred glared at me offensively, noticing me trying to cover up my laughter.

"HEY! LEAVE POPS ALONE, YA BIG MEANIE!" Larry shouted as Manfred almost fell into his seat in great shock, not knowing how to handle this situation. As hilarious as this was, I had to put a stop to it. These kids needed to calm down.

"Larry Butz! Nickolas Douglas!" I said calmly.

"Yes, Pops," the kids replied. They always listened when I called them by their full name.

"Be nice. As... untimely dressed and scary as he seems, he is still my client and it is not nice to call someone names, especially if they're being tried for a crime they may or may not have committed," I rebuked gently, yet sternly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Defendant," Phoenix apologized.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I guess," Larry apologized reluctantly.

"I am to assume you know these children?" Blaise asked, eyebrows furrowing with suspicion.

I cleared my throat, replying, "yes. They are my son's school friends. That's how come their DNA results were found as quickly as they were." I wasn't about to imply that my son probably was the one that entered their DNA in when it was being tested. He always knew when he smelled trouble from Larry.

"I see," the Judge replied. "Since you seem to have a good hand on these kids, I will let you ask them to testify."

Of course the Judge would want me to do his job for two kids that are as much of a handful as the terrible two. I said, "Kids, I want you both to explain to the Judge where you were during the day of the earthquake."

"Sure, Pops," Larry smirked.

"You betcha!" Phoenix replied excitedly.

"So, okay, Nick and I were going to surprise Miles with a bucket of chicken we got from KFC and came up with a plan to sneak inside the gallery," Larry started.

"HOLD IT! You snuck into the gallery of the courthouse?" I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Hopefully, Blaise doesn't know the name of whom he kidnapped.

"Yeah, it was pretty difficult, especially with all the security. They kicked us out too at first, but then something happened..."

"There was this really BIG earthquake. We thought we were goners," Phoenix followed up.

"Where were you two at the time of the earthquake?" I asked.

"We were outside of the courthouse. As Larry said, security was pretty strict. It was stricter than our teachers. I mean we were able to at least sneak out through the window," Phoenix replied, chuckling guiltily as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

"You snuck out of school?  You do realize you both committed truancy, right?" I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose. What am I going to do with these kids?

"Truancy? Is that like truce or something?" Larry asked.

"No, Larry. That means skipping school. You could get apprehended by the police for that and get into a lot of trouble," I explained as Larry began crying.

"B-But... we just wanted to see Miles and bring him chicken!"

"Are we gonna get arrested?" Phoenix asked sadly, then cried real tears. At least I know his tears are real. I sighed.

"No, not while you're witnesses of a murder and kidnapping. But, you two are probably going to be facing a lot of trouble from your guardians," I explained.

"These children seem like a handful," Manfred said, folding his arms. He seemed to be personally thankful he's not the one having to deal with these kids. I'm kinda glad too. I don't know if he can handle their shenanigans.

"You have no idea," I muttered.

"I'm sorry," Phoenix apologized sorrowfully. He smiled genuinely. "We still have some leftover chicken we saved for you and Miles."

"Yep, we made sure to save some for you too, Pops," Larry added, his eyes glittering.

"Hm... well, if you two promise not to repeat this, I may let you boys off with a warning. You two are just too adorable," the Judge said, completely taken in by these kids. Not that I blame him. They are very adorable. Seeing them with my son is the very reason I agree to babysit them at all.

"Seems like troublesome kids your child has befriended, Mr. Edgeworth. Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree," Blaise smirked. Of course he was going to bring them up. Unfortunately, like my son, I also have very troublesome childhood friends that are far worse. (17)

"So, what happened after the earthquake?" I asked.

"After that, we finally got in! I guess security forgot about us. Anyways, we looked all over for Miles. It was pretty dark and scary. Couldn't see a single thing," Larry replied, showing his goofy face.

"Was there anyone you saw, when you got inside the courthouse?" I asked.

"Hmm... let me think..." Larry replied, scrunching his lips, while looking to the corner of his eyes. "Well, we saw this one lady that was chasing us."

"Lady?" I asked.

"Yeah. We thought she was security, so we ran and hid in that storage room under the table. She was looking for poop."

"Larry, I'm pretty sure she was calling Pops poop," Phoenix corrected, eyes half closed.

"Um... could you please elaborate exactly what this lady said?" I asked. I don't think a lady would just walk around looking for poop or call me one, unless she knew me. Also, I doubt if they're just saying the childish version of one other word that means the same thing.

"Do you believe this lady has any relevance to the case?" The Judge asked.

"Yes, I believe she does," I replied.

"Very well, Mr. Butz, Mr. Wright, could you elaborate what this lady said?"

"Yes sir!" Phoenix replied happily.

"I remember clearly. She said, 'poop,' very loudly," Larry testified.

"I remembered differently. I'm pretty sure she said 'Edgey's Poop,'" Phoenix testified.

"HOLD IT! This woman, could she have said Edgeypoo?" (18) I asked, trying to act composed, pushing my glasses to the bridge of my nose. Though, I was internally screaming. You. Can't. Be. Serious! I was hoping she wouldn't be involved in this.

"Huh?" Larry asked, looking confused.

"YEAH! That's what I said, 'Edgey's Poop,'" Phoenix replied. I had to sigh quietly to myself.

"I'm going to guess this woman is someone you're acquainted with?" Manfred asked.

"You could say that," I replied.

"Wendy Oldbag. I never thought she'd be involved in this. I hope this isn't one of your wild goose chases," Blaise asked, glaring at me with pure annoyance.

"You know as much as I do that with the power of the Oldbag, anything's possible," I reminded Blaise, who just shot me a glare.

"Wendy Oldbag, now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. Isn't she a friend of yours, Mr. Edgeworth?" The Judge asked.

"... sorta," I answered. I really didn't want to go into detail about our history.

"I see."

"Wait... Pops, is this Oldbag lady going to be Miles' new Mommy?" Larry asked me serious.

"NOOOOOO!" Blaise and I shouted together before gaining our composure. Well, at least Blaise and I agree on something. 

"My apologies," I said after a pause. The thought of Wendy being my son's Mommy would be the end of me. I think I'd rather be married to Manfred. I wish I was joking about that. (19) "So... did Ms. Oldbag find you boys?"

"Actually, yeah, I was getting to that," Larry smirked. He continued his testimony, "once that lady caught us, she started chasing us down the hall. Of course, while hiding in the storage room, I had an inch in my nose and wiped my bugger on a hard surface."

"We just kept running and losing her in the dark. Sometimes we'd hide in the vents," Phoenix added.

"HOLD IT! So, that's how the hair and snot got onto the table and chairs. Do you know how the furniture you were hiding under were able to move from the courthouse to the building the kidnapped victim was last seen?" I asked, hoping the kids were told to keep quiet about Miles being the one that was kidnapped. It was bad enough that Blaise knew my son's name, being friends with these two and was possibly in the courthouse. Though, at least he can assume he was with Mr. Shields or the police during and after the earthquake.

"W-Well..." Phoenix muttered.

"Hmph, they obviously didn't see anything!" Blaise said.

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"We did too! We saw someone fly!" Larry bragged.

"Wait, f-f-f... FLYING!?!" The Judge cried, freaking out. I was freaking out too, but for other reasons. I was starting to feel sick. Debeste... you didn't... (20)

"Yeah, we saw someone spread their arms like wings and fly in the air. It was pretty dark, but we could see them clearly," Larry replied.

"I saw it too. Even that Oldbag lady was screaming," Phoenix assured.

"You can't be serious! Humans. Can't. Fly!" Blaise shouted angrily, banging his fist on the counter.

"Can't they? I do recall a certain reporter with photographic evidence of documents being able to fly from one building to the Police Department," I said. I was trying to stay composed, but my stomach was getting sicker the deeper I was going into the rabbit hole. Blaise... did you...? (21)

"That has nothing to do with this case, Edgeworth," Blaise said, his voice filled with grave warning. It was the same voice he gave me when trying to control me under him. I knew what he was meaning. He was warning me that if I blabbed, he would take me down with him. 

"Perhaps, but the point is, humans flying isn't impossible either. In fact, wasn't it the Wright brothers that proved that flying was possible?"

"OBJECTION! That was different! They build a contraption to make flight possible!"

"And, I say, the same reason applies here," I argued.

"Really? Alright then, why don't we ask our witnesses? Did you two see any contraption hooked to the so called flying boy?" Blaise asked the boys with his own smirk. (21)

"Not really," Phoenix replied defeatedly.

"And, there you go, a waste of time," Blaise smirked. His face then turned deadpan.

"WAIT! W-We have photographic proof!" Larry cried.

"What?"

"TAKE THAT!" Larry shouted, showing an article showing a picture of a child that was no doubt my son.... flying. I stared at it with a sickness that now started taking off in my stomach. He did... Debeste... you...

"W-W-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?!" The Judge almost screamed. There were loud murmurs in the gallery.

"Is this some sort of dream or joke?" Manfred asked, sweating bullets and looking completely over-stressed.

"My son... flew over 30 feet in midair... over two buildings," I muttered quietly, trying to keep myself composed. My vision became blurry as I began imagining Miles falling from the sky and landing on the ground, his body hitting the ground, his head broken and bleeding, his limbs dislocated and... m-my son. My baby boy.

"Get a hold of yourself!"

"Miles could have fallen and landed flat as a pancake and you want me to calm down?" I whispered with frustration in my voice. Just then, I felt a sharp slap over my head from Manfred's hand. I took a deep breath. "Thanks."

"You've got more things to worry about, fool."

I looked behind me and noticed the gallery going into a frenzy. That article really took them for a loop. I heard the Judge screaming, "ORDER! ORDER!" as he was slamming down his gavel.

The judge finally had to call off the trial for the day. Manfred and I escaped out of the courtroom, while I tried to gain my composure. Seeing my son, my baby flying like that was enough to make me nauseous. Miles, where are you? Please, if there's any god out there, please protect my son. I can't lose him! I... I can't...!

AFTER STORY NOTES:

1. Miles calls Phoenix 'Nick' at this point in time, since they are still school children and best friends.

2. This was photoshopped. It was pretty difficult to do, but I did my best to make it look like the article. 

3. GREAT! First Larry, now OLDBAG! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!

4. In Japan, people buy chicken or KFC chicken as part of their own Christmas tradition. This originated when America donated KFC chicken to the Japanese, while they were rebuilding from WW2. I guess you could say that since this is Japafornia Universe that it has an opposite effect? Eh, still, interesting tid bit.

5. If you don't know the Three Caballeros, you have not lived!

6. They have to look for windows with blind spots, since a picture of Miles flying was spotted. In order for that to have happened, Miles had to have been thrown or jumped out one of the windows. It'd have to have been one without a security camera or Miles and Dick would've found it already. In fact, the Detectives would've caught onto Miles's kidnapping.

7. Photoshop wasn't invented in this time, in other words. There's not even Dial-up internet.

8. Detective Gant  knows about Miles being inside Gumshoe's backpack. Keep in mind that there is still a peep hole for miles to look through. As for why Raymond doesn't know, it's because he doesn't always pay attention to detail. Detective Badd might've known, but that's left up for interpretation. 

9. In other words, Gumshoe realizes that his relationship with Miles is much more important and stronger than his romantic relationship. Keep in mind he's 15, so he's in no need for a romantic relationship. His relationship with Miles, on the other hand, is needed. Miles is helpless and depends on Dick for protection, while in hiding from his kidnapper. This is teaching Dick responsibility as a detective and caretaker. 

10. This will eventually be explored in more detail during the next trial. Until then, you're going to have to figure it  out yourself. Also, you are allowed to use the photoshopped pic I took and try to cheat your way to finding out what it is that is making Miles fly. I promise it won't be like Turnabout Big Top where it HAD to land JUST right.

11. I know! I know! Miles didn't have claustrophobia, but keep in mind that Miles dealt with more than an earthquake and being oxygen deprived in an elevator. He was also kidnapped and trapped in a closed space. But, unlike the canon DL-6, this Miles has to face all of his fears in order to save his father. 

12. In other words, if you don't feel genuine fear by jumping off an airplane, that isn't showing bravery, but recklessness. Showing true bravery is when you feel fear to do something, but do it regardless of it. Everyone is afraid of something, but someone that shows true courage is someone that can face that fear. Just because someone shows no fear by jumping off a plane, driving a motorcycle or doing daredevil moves, that doesn't make them brave. They only show their true bravery, if there is something that is keeping them from doing those stunts.

13. This kinda hints on why Gregory Edgeworth lied in his testimony in the canon DL-6 about who really shot him. It's possible he might've thought it was his son and due to that fear of ruining his son's life, he lied in his testimony. 

14. I know! Obstruction of Justice! Keep in mind that Detective Badd is forced to make that statement and Blaise is cutting his salary for that to place him under his thumb. Basically, because Detective Badd admitted to Obstruction of Justice, Blaise can use this to control his movements or else fire him for this. 

15. I know! Two witnesses testifying on the same stand doesn't work, but if Spirit of Justice could get away with it, why can't this fic? 

16. In other words, Phoenix Wright is  his stage name or pen name.

17. Don't worry, I will introduce Greg's childhood friends VERY soon.

18. Yes, this is why Wendy Oldbag calls Miles Edgeworth Edgeypoo in the canon games or at least my interpretation. She thinks he's Gregory Edgeworth. In other words, she mistakenly jumped from crushing on Gregory to crushing on his son. Let the projectile commence! 

19. If you thought pairing Gregory with Manfred Von Karma was creepy, here's one that will make the previous creepy pairing look like a fan favorite. You're welcome!

20. Gregory doesn't know how Blaise was able to get Miles to fly that high up in the air, but he has an idea and it is enough to make him panic. I mean, that is his kid and if Blaise's flight plan fails, then Miles will go splat. 

21. What Gregory is recalling is when his dead lover Rachael Newslayday exposed him and Blaise for delivering forged evidence through a zip-lining delivery system Raymond mentioned previously. This is also in my One Shot Dear Journal in my Ace Attorney Collection.

22. It was dark outside at this point, so there is no possible way Phoenix or Larry could've seen it. There is a reason why they could see Miles and I will bring that up on the next trial.