Looking outside the window Larry could see the street was full of cars and trams. On the last day before Christmas, he looked over and saw the sea shouting, but overshadowed by the traffic. even more of a reason to stay at home where it's cozy. On the white sofa, Alita browsed at some man with a microphone on the television. He stood out clearly in the moonlight themed stage. Larry erased it out of his mind, looking forward to summer where he and Alita could wander down to the beach and sprawl out on the sand.

A lost northern star walking alone seeking joy was how Larry described himself right now. He helped escape a prison doll who became his little princess. He didn't want to die alive or become a man dating a ghost. 'Someone sing for me an oasis without poison...' Larry prayed for. Alita was damned and divine. At first Larry thought it would be a minor heaven destined for a quick sunset. Then he got his wishes to be with Alita and fly to a distant land.

In the still of the night, Larry went through his archive of lost dreams. Falling awake to the crimson deep rivers of lust. desires. Was she really the angel that Larry had been waiting for? Or was all her words little lies written in the dark stars?

Since moving to Blackpool, Larry believed that his ex-girlfriend, Cindy Stone's ghost had been watching him. He knew her parents moved to England after Cindy's death and there was a chance that he would see Cindy's parents again and they would wish for him to be behind bars.

Whenever Larry woke up, he was lost and always afraid. The first week was brilliant, he and Alita had spent so much time together and they went partying without a care in the world, He enjoyed his new life in Blackpool, but not sudden fear that pumped in his system. He had no idea how wrong he could be. He thought running away with the one he loved would make all his issues melt away. So far there were no real problems, but he felt the day he would have to let all of this go. If the police find him: he will lose Alita.

He wished he could have also attended his best friend's wedding and be the best man, but it wasn't to had pictured that Phoenix would have worn his old blue suit for the wedding. The one he used when he was a lawyer. Iris would be wearing a frilly white dress suitable for a wedding. Many would attend the wedding and all the problems they had would be pushed aside. It took him back to the time where he and Phoenix went to a palm reader twenty years ago. She suggested that Phoenix would be married and that Larry would become a fisher.

It was a shame that the letter he had sent to Phoenix would be the only contact he will ever have of him. Larry would not be offended or shocked if Phoenix wished never to see him again. He would understand, this might have been throwing everything he did back in his face.

He couldn't believe he had never been thoughtful until he ran. He went on his first decision without thinking about the consequences. He always went with his gut instint, but it wasn't correct this time. If he had thought about it a bit more, he would have moved more closer to California: a safer place.

The regrets left him trembling in irritation. To add to it, Larry dreamed that someone was dancing on his grave. The dancer sent shivers down his spine, then took him to the promised land where she revealed laughed as she shook her soul. She roared, flaunting mechanical jaws. He woke up before she could take a bite.

No turning back, Alita was now the other half of Larry. He couldn't surrender at least not tonight.

"Larry," Alita mumbled. "We have to do something special for Christmas. Make me a cup of tea."

"I will sweetie!"

Alita fluttered her eyes and Larry stopped to stare at her heavy dose of mascara. Only Alita could ever pull it off, he thought to himself. He walked in the kitchen to make tea for his queen.

"Could you make it quick as well?" Alita requested, "I don't want to be mean."

"Okay," Larry responded. "By the way did you know that my friend Nick is getting married today?"

Alita shrugged. "Whatever," she muttered. "Hey! You said they were getting married on Friday?"

"It is Friday, Princess," Larry replied. "Your tea is almost finished. Do you want anything in it?"

"No thank you," said Alita. "Just on it's own. I'm cold but only a little bit."

Larry returned to the room and just as promised, he gave Alita her cup of tea.

He couldn't dare for another stare. He near Alita's legs and leaned his head against the wall. He left no space for Alita to crawl. As much as he adored this place, he wanted to see his best friend's face. He wanted to be elsewhere, to his best friend marry the sweet Iris. He will miss the chance to see a good pal in utter bliss.

24th December 2027

Lana,

How time flies. You notice this even more when your dead. Never would I have imagined being part of a team with you, Alita, and Kristoph. Let alone being part of a team. By the time this letter arrives, you will be at that wedding. Most likely being a two-faced bitch stalking your brother-in-law-to-be. Nice to know you are such a marvelous parent. Anyway, I should be immensely thankful that you have helped Kristoph bring me back from the dead, but don't expect me to reward you generously. Why should I? You're friends with that dull Feenie and my sister Judas. Remember I am not here to be your friend, I don't care about your sister or that boyfriend of hers. The two happy couples got married on the same day, how romantic... and revolting.

Your plans to send Klavier to his grave, but your will to help his older brother escape prison. You claim men are waste of time, but you insist that Mike Blitz , a man that makes your skin crawl is to marry Ema. Bad-mouthing Alita and then helping her escape prison the next. Are you trying a little too hard to impress me? Or are you really that much of an awful person? And what do you think of me? What use are we to each other? Mia was your friend and you know she destroyed me.

I will never forget the day of my death were you laughed as I was hung. Trying getting hung yourself and decide then if it's a laughing matter. How can you associate yourselves with them vile mortals? All you do is contradict yourself and I have no idea where your loyalties lie... but I don't care. Still, you have been useful to me - I can't forget that!

That whore Thalassa is finally dead... I hate her. I loved every minute of killing her. You know she was a whore right? She slept with Damon Gant, Diego Armando (she must have been desperate), Zak Gramayre (who is a jerk) and Kristoph's father. By the way, did you know that Thalassa is also Klavier's mother? She abandoned him too, she left Kristoph holding baby Klavier as she ran off to marry that jerk Zak. I'm guessing it's just a portion of the men she had been eating. Poor Feenie having to take care of that woman left behind. And all this nonsense about her being an amazing singer... meh: it's hype. I listen to better sopranos than her. Thanks for helping me stab the bitch to death. Alita did a mediocre job of distracting Pearl and her boyfriend.

You were right, Alita has hideous taste in men. I think I had to swallow my vomit when I heard she was getting married to Larry Butz. And that Wocky... I'm not going there, his face is enough to make me feel sick but he's perfect for that little sister of mine.

This Apollo dude... is a threat. Well, he was a threat. Killing his mother, and framing his dad should have done the trick but let's give Phoenix, Iris, Maya, Mia and everybody the final blow. Make them pay for the pain they gave me. I've got one final task for you. Since your son is dating Trucy at the moment and the fact she is unfaithful to him. Just like her mother, she slept with other people. Maybe Trucy is worse than Thalassa, because Trucy slept with her brother. It's not our problem, it shows how brilliant Feenie and Thalassa are at parenting. What parenting?

You are the perfect one for the task.

After you've sorted all your personal bullshit against Klavier, I would like you to kidnap Trucy. This is not a request, this is a demand. Once you have kidnapped Trucy, I want you to bring her to me fully alive. I know you want to kill her yourself, but you can't have all the fun. Besides, you'll be having full pleasure watching Klavier's reputation burn in front of you. And I thought I was a bitch. You remind me of my mother, you do things and claim that they are to benefit the ones you love. I know it's not true! Don't sugarcoat it! You're doing it for own selfish pleasure.

When you have completed your task, you can do whatever the heck you want. I won't care anymore. Don't forget, I want your house clean and free for tomorrow. You are to cook Kristoph and I a feast. I'm not really a Christmas woman, but I deserve a feast.

Here we will discuss the plan in more detail.

Yours Sincerely,

Dahlia Hawthorne.

I'm Hiroshi Nakano and I'm the new singer of Beyond Indulgence. I never had the training but when I was in Bad Luck I'd sometimes provide backing vocals and then it came to a point where Shuichi wanted to hear Suguru and I sing some parts and he was amazed and that's when I knew that I could sing. After I left Bad Luck I ended up going into Broadway Theatre. I've played as Sweeney Todd and Raoul from Phantom Of The Opera. The last role I played in was Gaston in Beauty And The Beast and I really enjoyed it and I will miss it! But it's time to kiss goodbye to my Broadway career.

Broadway really helped me take control over my problems because as a lot of people have known that I had twins, one of them died and it put a strain on a lot of the relationships I had. Losing a child it stays with you for the rest of your life so I still get depressed when I think about it. It was difficult to remain calm, but now I feel ready to take on the world again.

I met Olga during a friendly game of poker. After the game she introduced me to Viola, April, Rika, Kay and Ema for a session. I recorded a demo with the band and they really liked it and I liked them... the rest is history.

I'm really excited to join to girls on our Ritual Passion tour this October. It's going to be really interesting how things will work on tour. Beyond Indulgence's music has always been very dark and mysterious. I think with me things are going to change. I hope they will be a good change. I'll promise to stay faithful to the old songs. I'm pleased that I'm playing on lead guitar.

Beyond Indulgence is pretty hard to give a genre to, but Viola says we are a gothic metal band with influences of death metal, hard rock and classical music. It's a word away from Bad Luck and Broadway musicals, I know. I've been lucky to know a circle of talented people. Shuichi Shindou is my best friend and he inspires me everyday, even when we don't see each other. The girls are no different... I think my favourite Beyond Indulgence songs are Invisible Flute, The Beautiful Objection, Forever Ice and Vitality. I find it hard to compare Olga's lyrics to Shuichi's to be honest because they're both amazing writers but with contrasting styles. I mean Olga is aggressive while Shuichi is romantic so I think we'll leave the comparisons there.

See you all!

"You look really goofy in that video," Rika told Hiroshi. "I think that's the main reason why there's so much interest in Ritual Passion."

Hiroshi knew he was taking a big risk for leaving Broadway for an all-female metal band. He knew that the majority of his fans would have wanted him to return to Bad Luck. He didn't want to go back to there, at least not in the state it's in at the moment. Hiroshi disliked the guy who replaced Fujisaki, whereas Shuichi adored Yamato. Then again, he always had a soft spot for blonds. Hiro laughed when he discovered Bad Luck had replaced him with blond rock star/lawyer Klavier Gavin.

Bad Luck are still doing well for themselves. They've had three platinum albums since Hiro quit the band but he found the music wasn't his kind of style. Hiroshi had grown fond of metal for it's power and unique way of bringing people together. He had grown so fond of it, that he even started to secretly dislike some of his material in Bad Luck. Hiroshi believed that their music hadn't been as good since Fujisaki left the band.

"Remember you're not in a pop group anymore," Viola hissed until her breaths turned to laughter. He knew Viola was only teasing him. "You can't afford to be goofy. Otherwise our fans will think we've become mainstream whores. Olga would punish you... quietly."

"You mean the miserable bunch that will always find something to complain about?" Hiroshi shrugged it off.

"You can't think about them like that," Viola giggled. "They pay our wage."

"I thought we where in it for the passion and not the money."

"You've got be on your best behaviour..."

Beyond Indulgence's leader, Olga Orly marched into the studio walking over the mountains of paper. Thick scarlet lips stood out from her lukewarm cheeks and careless curls. Her eyes where on Hiroshi as if she wanted to pounce at him. She tiptoed to the corner. The rest of the band where silent as she sat next to her beloved harpsichord between her piano and electronic keyboard. Her hands collapsed together as her lips curled into a smile.

"Our Ritual Passion Tour will be epic," Olga promised. "We must continue to sound as bombastic as possible."

"Oh really?" Hiroshi asked.

"Very funny Hiroshi." Olga's eye contact on Hiroshi made it very clear that she had his eye on him. "You can be a cheeky monkey, but I am sure you will provide Beyond Indulgence the essence of change that I desire." Olga's quick fingers jived on the keys. "You should all practise!" Olga demanded.

Hiroshi revised Olga's lyrics and thought of how to impress her.

There was not an empty seat in the church on the day before Christmas. Just how Larry had imagined it to be: Iris wore velvet frills that clung to her body-frame. Phoenix and Iris stared at each other with a pleasant grin on their faces. In their heart, now rests a paradise just for them. Phoenix was not bothered that Larry was absent, he put all the troubles of yesterday behind him and thought of the joys of the future with Iris.

What made the moment even more unique for them is that they didn't say I do. Instead they said: No objections.

A Special memory that will be recorded in their hearts forever. Humbly the two speak their vows and wait for them words to come.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," Reverend Salsa grinned at Phoenix and told him the news that he had been longing to hear for years. The reverend closed the bible in front of him. He faced Phoenix and gave him the sweet words: "You may now kiss the bride."

"Well done Nick," Maya screamed in joy.

Without a second thought, Phoenix cupped Iris' dace and kissed her lips. Fireworks exploded from outside and the crowd cheered with clapping hands and big mouths. When the pair finished kissing, Phoenix bowed to the crowd. He spread his arms out and lowered them down on the floor. Everyone remained silent as if he was their favorite teacher in their favorite class. "I would like to thank you all for coming," announced Phoenix. "This has been a very important day for me, Iris, and I know it's been an important day for Trucy as well. This year has had some fabulous time. I'm officially a lawyer again and there has been not-so-fabulous times."

Apollo found it awkward that Phoenix looked at him when he said that.

"However, I am glad that I can end this eventful year on a high note. We'll be having our photos taken, and then we'll be going to Blackpool for our Vacation. Anything you want to say Iris?"

Phoenix wrapped his arms around her as she spoke. She closed her eyes and felt comfortable. She played with her curly ponytail and giggled. Her accent was soft, high-pitched and could be compared to chocolate. "I would like to say thank you for attending the most happiest day of my life. It would be nice to have a photo with all of us on."

"Right, if everybody could go outside and stand behind out outside on the field we'll make some awesome photos together!"

Lana watched her friend tip-toe
Down the aisle,
While petals curl alive
And squirrels peek inside.

Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~

Glitter written on a wedding dress
Blending with her flesh.
Iris is marrying a phoenix by heart and soul.

Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~

Lana will take away her light.
She's the witch hunting in her sister's name.
Her vengeance takes flight!
Lana wishes
They are prepared for evening pride,
For the red bridesmaid will be another bride.

Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~

They will not know,
What Ema has to know...
Until the clock strikes eleven.
They return to God's den,
And hear more another vow,
For another now.

Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~

Phoenix and Iris sit on a chair.
Bridesmaids stand on the left,
and best-men to the right.
The photos captured the white air.

Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~

The wedding party had already started and continued even when Iris and Phoenix left straight after the photo sessions. Lana slurped all the wine she could have and performed some wild dance routines. Her legs moved like the jaw of a laughing crocodile and a lot of people were speechless. Miles Edgeworth dropped his face in horror and clenched his eyes shut, feeling very embarrassed for Lana.

Judge Salsa approached her, following her tipsy dance movements with the addition of rigid hip action. He tapped her shoulder and she hugged him instantly. Judge Salsa jumped back and gasped as the huge amount o make up on her face: she looked like a hot mess. "LANA WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR FACE?" Judge Salsa asked.

"Glitter," Lana replied. "You mad?"

"You look drunk!"

"No guarantees on that," Lana said. She claimed another glass and smiled. "But I do promise tonight will be fantastic."

"If you want to make things even more fantastic come to my bedroom," Judge Salsa requested. He held onto Lana's hips and smooched her lips. "Merry Christmas baby!"

Lana kissed him back on the cheek. She giggled and said, "and to you too... Albert."

"It's ten to eleven," Salsa reminded her.

Everybody thought Lana was drunk by the way she skipped down the stage. "This Christmas I have planned something special for Ema," Lana announced. "She doesn't know this yet, but tonight, SHE'S GETTING MARRIED TO MIKE!"

"EVERYBODY BACK TO THE CHURCH HOUSE," Judge Salsa roared. "It's gonna be one hell of a party!"

There was not a still person in the house except for Ema and Mike. Ema gasped and stood still on the chair. She fiddled with her hair and began to think through Lana's actions over the past month. The surprise wedding hit her as if a knife had stabbed her in the bottom. She loved the idea of being married to Mike, but it was way too soon and she wished Lana had at least given her some hints before dragging her into this mess.

The suddenly she hit her. It was what Lana was planning all along. Lana didn't want to see her in agony and with relationship problems anymore so she hired a guy who fancied her for a long time. Her whole relationship with Mike had been planned by Lana and together they wanted to make her the happiest woman on earth. That was why the two of them spent so much time together, not to have an affair: but to plan a wedding.

Everything all started to make sense.

"Ema I can explain everything..." said Mike.

"I GET IT!" Ema screeched. "I get it! Lana's been planning this the whole time."

"Well yes," Mike responded. "You got that part right, but it's quite hard to explain."

"You can explain at the honeymoon," Ema interrupted Mike. "We better go the ceremony before Lana goes psycho!"

It seemed that Apollo and Trucy were going to spend Christmas by themselves. Iris and Phoenix had been kidnapped by Kristoph Gavin, but even if he didn't kidnap them on their honeymoon, they would have still been on their own. It would have been nice to have their parents around them for Christmas. Trucy's idea of a perfect Christmas was hanging round with the whole family and enjoying gifts together. Her parents being away ruined some of the magic of Christmas for her, but she was still going to celebrate with Apollo.

Trucy gazed outside the window and saw the snow helplessly fall to the ground. The natural glitter sparkling on the balcony, the roofs and the windows. The birds and bells sang in perfect harmony sending shivers down Trucy's spine. The birds flapped their wings fighting against the blizzard. "They would have loved this," Trucy said referring to her parents. "I wished they were here."

"Guess what?" said Apollo. The tone of his voice sounded happy.

"What?"

"I got a girlfriend," he announced.

"REALLY?" Trucy gasped. She raised her eyebrows and turned her head. "You've got to be kidding me?" Trucy grabbed onto his arm and asked. "What's her name?"

"Viola," replied Apollo. "She'll be coming over soon."

" WAIT A MINUTE!" Trucy shrieked. "When was this? I mean when did you two start dating?"

"A few days after Phoenix kicked me out. We knew each other from a case a while ago."

"Really?" asked Trucy. The sudden high pitch and slow tempo voice change made Trucy believe he was lying.

"Okay, I'll tell the truth," Apollo said raising his arms in the air. "She's Kristoph Gavin's ex-girlfriend, I've known her for a long time. We've started dating not so long ago and she was the one who asked me out. I said yes and I told her to keep it quiet for a while until I was ready to come out."

"Wow," Trucy said, dropping her mouth. "How old is she?"

"She's 34."

"Wow, you're a toy-boy," laughed Trucy. She jumped into her brother's lap. He was pushed on the coach and Trucy grabbed out some mistletoe in her pocket, then raised it in the air.

"What are you doing?" Apollo asked. His face was red and his eyes were shut tight.

"Being nostalgic," replied Trucy. She smiled and kissed Apollo's lips. "Merry Christmas!"

"Did it ever occur to you that there's a possibility that Phoenix and Iris might walk in and scream?"

"It was just a kiss,"Trucy responded.

"One kiss too many I think,"admitted Apollo. "Kisses lead all sorts of things and that's what got us into trouble. Besides we're both in relationships we can't..."

Trucy kissed him on the lips again. To be honest, Trucy didn't really know why she wanted to kiss her brother in a romantic way after all the trouble she's been through. The only reason she could think of was "I did it for the lols". While that reason would work well on the Internet, in real life, it would need some explaining and Trucy couldn't find the words to describe her actions. "Shut up, and open some presents," Trucy said. She marched to the Christmas tree and pointed to a bag and stocking. "This is your stocking and your sack is here," she told Apollo as she knelt down to her sack. "I'll open mine now." Trucy was pleased with the first parcel she opened, it was gift-box of lipstick that she received from Iris. The lipsticks came in all range of colours: gold, yellow, green, pink, blue, silver, red and orange. She looked up and saw her brother sitting on the coach doing nothing. "What's up Apollo? Why aren't you opening your presents?" Trucy asked twice.

"I'm just not ready to open my presents yet," replied Apollo. "I'm waiting for Viola to come."

"Viola's coming?"

"Yeah, that way we're not by ourselves."

"That's brilliant," said Trucy who smiled and clapped her hands together. "I can't wait to see what she looks like. I've got so many presents this year! I've never had so many presents this Christmas before. Ironic really, the Christmas where I get the most gifts and Daddy and Mommy's not here to watch me. I hope they come back safe."

"So do I." The door knocked and Apollo jumped up. "That should be Viola." He took a brisk walk to the door and just as he thought, Viola was standing outside. "Hi Viola. You look very nice today," he said, grabbing her hand and kissing her cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Apollo," Viola whispered. "I brought some presents."

"Well come in," Apollo took Viola into the lounge and stopped when she was face to face with Trucy. "This is my sister,"

"Hi Viola," Trucy said in an excited tone. "I'm Trucy. So nice to meet you. You're very pretty. Polly was just talking about you."

"Thank you," Viola responded. Her voice was soft and weak. "I have some presents for you." Viola handed over an oval shaped box decorated in blue and white roses and smiled.

"Oh wow! Thank you so much Viola."

"You're welcome," Viola giggled. "I hope you like them." Viola looked around and asked, "so you two have been alone?"

"Yeah," Apollo answered. "Trucy's adoptive parents have been kidnapped, our real mom's died and my dad is in prison."

"That's a shame."Viola looked up at Trucy and said, "I heard Trucy's dad was Phoenix Wright. Is is true?"

"Yeah! That's my daddy's name."

"I thought so," Viola admitted. "Kristoph told me a lot about you. Too bad he went at an all time low..."

"Let's forget about the past," suggested Apollo. "It's Christmas, no need to be gloomy."

"OH MY GOODNESS," Trucy screamed as she grabbed a first of notes. "THERE'S MONEY IN THIS COOKIE BOX!" She gasped and asked Viola, "How much is in here?"

"A thousand dollars exactly," Viola replied. "Enjoy... wisely."

"Thank you so much Viola," Trucy shouted again. She hugged Viola and twirled her around. "Hey Apollo, open your presents now!" she demanded her brother. "Viola's here now so you two can open the presents to-"

A boom from outside distracted Trucy and made her lose her words. "I'll get that," Trucy said as she ran to the door. She had a feeling that she knew who it was. She opened the door and saw two magicians, one in purple, the other in purple. "UNCLE MAX AND UNCLE VALANT!"

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"the two men shouted in unison. Rainbow smoke escaped from thier hats, dying the top of thier hair. Glitter leaked from Valants jacket, blowing on Trucy's face.

"Love the glitter rain," Trucy told them.

"Everyone should love the glitter rain," Max announced.

"Yes," Valant agreed. "We've heard about Phoenix and his wife being kidnapped and we didn't want to leave you guys on your own." Valant and Max let themselves in as they hummed Christmas carols.

"Hello, what's your name?" Valant asked Viola who was playing with the pleats of her red dress.

"Viola," she murmured.

"She's Apollo's girlfriend," Trucy told Valant.

"Oh very Gothic," Max claimed. " Also very fabulous. We should make sure these sweeties stay good."

"Good idea."

"We seem to be getting a lot of visitors," Trucy reacted as she heard another knock on the door. She couldn't believe she was receiving so much attention. She opened the door again and there was Maya and Franziska. The pair of them were wearing a red dress with a Santa's hat on their heads. Franziska seemed vacant, whilst Maya seemed bubbly with her arm around Franziska's waist.

"Heya you two," Trucy said. "Nice of you to drop in: Merry Christmas." Trucy remembered the time where she absolutely detested Franziska. Since Thalassa's death, the hatred for Franziska sizzled out. She released Franziska wasn't a mean person, and that she was just doing her job.

"Merry Christmas," Maya cheered. "Nick told me to visit you at Christmas to make sure you two were on your best behavior."

"Well there's no need to worry," Trucy responded. "Come on in, we've got a party going on."

"Oh my it looks like we're having a party," announced Valant as he saw Maya and Franziska enter the lounge.

"Let's celebrate then!" Trucy shouted.

"Man," growled Apollo. "And I've only got frozen pizza in the freezer for me, Trucy and Viola."

"What fool celebrates Christmas with only pizza?" snapped Franziska. If she had her whip with her, Apollo would have been slashed with it and Trucy would hate on Franziska again.

Trucy saw Lana and Machi knock on the open door, close the door after them, then tip-toed into the room. Machi waved, and Trucy waved back.

"Hi guys," Trucy called. She walked up to Machi and kissed his cheek.

"Merry Christmas Trucy," Machi squealed as he passed her a huge teddy bear.

"Thank you," Trucy squealed back. "Come on in you too."

"We didn't want to leave you guys to be on you own," Lana mentioned. "And Machi wanted to see you."

"It seems as if everybody had the same idea," Trucy giggled. As Lana and Machi sat near Apollo, Valant and Max were throwing glitter and champagne everywhere.

"Thank you guys all for coming," Trucy shouted. "I'm glad I have all your support and I hope my parents come home safely."

"They'll be fine," Lana told them with pride. "Edgeworth will save them and they'll come back unharmed."

"Edgeworth sounds like a really good man," Machi said.

"Yes," Lana agreed. "He is..."

Trucy heard thunderous knocks on the door and she scurried to the door and was greeted by Detective Dick Gumshoe.

"Hi Gumshoe."

"Heya Pal happy Christmas," Gumshoe roared. "I've got some news to share."

"Come on in."

Gumshoe followed Trucy into the lounge and everybody stared at Gumshoe. They all knew he had something to say regarding Phoenix and Iris and they were hoping it was good news.

"Wow nice party you guys got in here. Now I have some good news and I have some bad news," announced Gumshoe as he straightened up his coat. "The good news is that Phoenix and Iris have both been found safe and well." Gumshoe smiled as he cheered with the group, then his smile melted away. "As for the bad news... I can't bring myself to say it,"

"What happened?"

"I'm really sorry to say this," Gumshoe croaked, he faced his shoes and shook his head. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have lost a valuable person. Edgeworth has been brutally murdered. We believe he was killed by Gavin and then he was murdered by someone else. There is phenomenal amount of evidence to suggest that Kristoph had maids to assist him. One of whom is Namow Lantem, who's fingerprints matched the ones we found. An official autopsy report will be on it's way soon."

"Where are my parents now?" asked Trucy killing the silence that had become a contagious disease.

"They're in a hospital at the moment," replied Gumshoe, trying to sake off his tears. "Both in a stable condition, they'll need to be questioned by the police so you can't see them just yet... Are you okay Lana?" Gumshoe dashed over to Lana who appeared to have collapsed to the ground.

"Just a coincidence," Lana muttered as she crawled her way back up. "Just a few minutes ago I said everything was going to be fine and in just a matter of seconds things aren't."

"I know how you feel Lana," Gumshoe sobbed. "He was the best friend I ever had."

"We shouldn't really be crying at Christmas should we?" Trucy asked.

"Yes," Valant replied. He patted Trucy's back and told him, " I never knew him that well myself but I have a feeling he wouldn't want us crying over him."

"No," Lana murmured. "He wouldn't, but... how can we celebrate without him?" Lana sulked. She sat down and cried. "How is Ema going to react? It will be awful, he inspired her a lot and I loved him." Her head was buried in her hands, concealing the tears that could be heard. She looked up and found herself the center of attention. "I'm sorry..."

"You're not the only person who ever loved him," Franziska barked as she looked down on Lana. "You won't be the last either."

"Do you want me to channel him for you?" Maya whispered to Franziska.

"No it's okay," Franziska replied. Maya cupped her face, kissed her cheek and hugged her.

"We should have a few moments of silence to remember the great man that was Miles Edgeworth," Gumshoe roared trying to hold back the tears. He bowed his head down and the others followed as they remained silent. There was not a dry eye in the room as they reflected on Edgeworth's bravery on Christmas day.

"We should all go to Borscht,"Valant suggested. He was determined to keep the Christmas spirit in tact. He held onto to Max's hand who agreed with every word he said. "They make lovely Christmas dinners."

"I like that idea,"Trucy said. "I'll save the rest of my presents later for when my parents come out from the hospital. First I've got to tidy this place up a bit then we'll be there."

"Okay," Valant shouted with his first in the air. "Let's go and have a party!" Nearly everyone followed Valant and Max out who both despite being sober sounded as drunk as break-dancing dog.

"Machi," Lana said. She grabbed his shoulders and told him, "You stay here with Trucy, I'm going out for some fresh air and then I'll be home. You'll be okay looking after Trucy won't you?"

"Of course Mama," Machi replied. "I hope you feel better soon."

"Thank you," Lana responded with a smile on her face.

Lana returned to her car and drove far away. She stopped the car off in a deserted woods. She had to get away from the place, she breathed heavily and gasped her breathes out. Lana knew she would not be able to sleep that night. She had seen the sad reactions of people's faces when they found out that Edgeworth had died a cruel death. She could almost smell the blood on her hands. She had no regrets killing Kirstoph. Why should she, she thought. She threw her hand against the wall, clenching it tight as she pictured every moment of Kristoph torturing Edgeworth and how Dahlia and Namow simply did nothing. It was the lowest form of entertainment.

She didn't know weather to laugh or cry: so she did both.

She was caged in the hell she had remorse she should feel, she had none in the heart she once had. Every day it was getting hard to conceal her darkest side. She would smile and pretend that everything was fine. The rage inside still exists and she wished she it could evacuate, but the animal inside her craved for blood: April May's blood. Edgeworth's death had opened her eyes and she saw just how morbid her revenge plan really was, and it was increasing.

She had been lying to herself for so long. She said that men were useless, but she only said it because the man she loved rejected her. She was silly enough to even think he would date her after she tried to frame him for murder. Lana banged her fist again, feeling the red bruises on her knuckles burning her skin.

She had faked her killer instinct when she was working with Damon Gant, but now she truly did have a killer's instinct she became lost. All she wanted to do was protect Ema. That's why she arranged the marriage with Mike and made sure they were both sent away. Lana hoped it would spite Klavier and it almost worked. She felt so bad for murdering Edgeworth that she almost considered sparing April and Klavier's life until she saw the two of them together, laughing and cheering without a care in the world. She was reminded of how much she despised the two. She had come this far, she thought. It would have been all a waste of time if April and Klavier didn't get hurt. One way or another she was gonna humiliate Klavier and spite Kristoph's spirit even further.

The desire to kill still burned inside of her. She knew no one could ever tame the animal she had become. She believed this wasn't the real her and she wished someone could save her from herself, but as far as she was concerned it was too late. She gritted her teeth as she watched Klavier and April kiss passionately on the floor. Both of their long locks of hairs mixing with each other. To a normal person, Klavier and April seemed to be having a young and careless romance, but to Lana is was a disgusting match made in hell which made her want to run the pair of them over.

Her state of mind was like a tug of war. A part of her wanted to drive back to the rest of the gang and the other part wanted to run the pair of them over and have everything over and done with.

"Kissing in the woods at a white Christmas," Lana muttered. "You guys are in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Lana started the engine of her car, cackled immensely then charged down the hill. The adrenaline rush felt orgasmic as she cackled as April screamed. Klavier tried to save April but the pair of them were bashed by the front of Lana's car. Lana steered the wheel and drove over their legs and went round in circles twice before steering to a halt. Lana's forehead touched the wheel. Behind closed doors was a smirking woman who had officially become a serial killer.

She stepped out of the car and reached for a gun. Her hands were covered in gloves so her fingerprints will never be found. Her footsteps thudded in the thick snow as she followed the red stains. Some of the snow covered the injured couple who were both unconscious. Lana stabbed the gun near April's chest and pulled the trigger. The friction caused her to fall on the floor. Lana sighed and grinned. Blood splattered on her face, but she didn't mind. She had completed her revenge plan at last. She didn't care about Klavier anymore, she hoped he would freeze to death. Either way she placed the gun near Klavier to make it look like he had murdered April.

Lana returned to her car and drove back home. "No more deaths," she promised herself. She could feel her senses return and her madness fade to black. Once again she had no remorse. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Stephen Ronald Walter DeLite was brought into the world on 26th June 2028 not long after midday. The clock has just stroked twelve again. Dessie rested on the hopital bed with Ron sprawled ontop of her. The young baby laid fast asleep in the crib without any knowledge of the chaos that circulated around his parents during the past nine months. The parents were Dessie DeLite and Wocky Kitaki. Just the thought of it made Alita Tiala laugh. Lana agreed to give her a private jet to take her to California to Blackpool whenever she wished. Lana had always kepted her up to date with what was going with Wocky through her son, Machi.

Lana's plans of locking Klavier up had failed. He was still unconscious at hospital and there was a theory that Klavier murdered April then tried to harm himself to free him from suspicion. Another theory was that it was Ema and that she pretended to not know about the wedding so she could get away with murder. The only accurate theory she heard was the same person who killed April and tried to kill Klavier was the same person who murdered Edgeworth and Kristoph.

None of them guessed it was Lana. Lana still had Mike and Ema stuck in their honeymoon place. Lana was doing a good job in keeping them away from the police force. Alita had expected them to be back at work by now. She could easily imagine the two of them held hostage by Dahlia, but Lana wouldn't have liked that and Mike seemed a bit too ruthless to be locked up for six months.

She wasn't going to bother turning anyone in either because Lana was the only tool she had left to get close to Wocky. To hurt him. To kill him inside. What better way to hurt him then to take something precious away from him. She wasn't thinking of Pearl, she had enough of her and she was fine with the money. She looked down at the peaceful infant and grinned. Stephen was starting to giggle and Alita knew she had to be swift and careful if she wanted to get out without waking Ron and Dessie.

Alita tiptoed to the glass crib. Her finger crawled around Stephen's face. She remembered the time she told Wocky that she had sympathy for Dessie because she predicted the child would be hideous, but to her surprise, he was actually quite cute. Stephen's eyes were shut but his lips curled. She took one more look down on the unlucky couple and whispered, "Stephen, it's time to say goodbye to your parents... well your mother anyway. Your real daddy's screwing some slut."

Alita carried Stephen out of the room and crept outside the garden door where the scurrying nurses and doctors had their backs turned. She wanted to laugh so desperatly, but she knew she had to maintain her giggles in her throat. It would have been awkward for her to be caught holding the child of a man she despised. She felt even more sorry for Ron, who was determined to be a good father figure for Stephen and even claimed to be doing karate classes.

Alita had no remorse, none whatsoever. If it were up to her she would still be in Blackpool flaunting herself at the beach, but she knew that Larry wanted to return. He was torn between his friends and her. As long as Larry didn't do anything stupid, Alita was fine with Larry spying on Phoenix, there was nothing to see in his flat other than clutter. Last time she went she saw Godot slouching on the desk. With that in mind she cradled Stephen in her arms and said, "this is a fucked up place. Let me take you to a much better place."

"So you got him?" said a voice behind her. Alita knew the cold voice well. Lana had her back against the tree as Dahlia stood by her side holding a cigarette.

"How kind of you kidnapping your ex-boyfriend's child," Dahlia murmured. "Are you really as bitchy as you claim to be?"

"What do you mean?" asked Alita.

"You claim to be a cold hearted cunt," Dahlia said as she chuckled out smoke. "I know I'm a million times as crueler as you are."

"Because I know it will hurt Wocky," Alita replied.

"I know what will happen," Dahlia murmured. "You'll fall in love with the ugly brat again and spoil the child rotten."

"I won't..."

"I've seen it happen."

"Doesn't mean it will happen to me."

"It will be just like them disgusting fairy-tales."

"I guess I'll have to take you back," Lana said. "Larry's asleep in my flat."

"Machi won't report him will he?"

"Machi is over at Trucy's house."

"The sooner you're gone, the better!" Dahlia snapped. "You'll be out of the way while Lana and I plan the final steps to our revenge."

"Nice to know you have at least one friend," Alita snapped.

Lana marched over to her car and opened the shiny black door. "Jump in Alita," Lana demanded.

"Bye Dahlia," Alita said as she gulped. She stepped into the car. Lana hopped in the car, placed her seatbelt around her and started the engine. Stephen cried just as Lana drove away. Alita had trouble trying to keep him quiet ever since. "Why on earth would Dahlia thing kidnapping a child is an act of kindness."

"Probably because her parents treated her like shit," Lana responded.

"Good point." Alita looked down on Stephen's face and said, "it's sad that she never got real love." Alita was starting to wonder if Dahlia was either right, jealous or both? She had told so many lies about Wocky abusing her she started to imagine and hallucinate them. She knew they weren't true and everybody did too with the exception of Larry who would believe anything she said. Alita kissed Stephen on the cheek and then freeze for releasing it was the first time in her life she had given real affection to anyone.

"I'll tell them you ran to San Fransisco."

Alita thought Larry had done a wonderful job painting the walls. She loved the use of colour and simple compositions. The hues of blues had made the golden stars and rainbows stand out in their own right. It was a lovely atmosphere for baby Stephen. He thought that Larry's art had improved since the day they first met in prison. She admired the painting of herself, Larry with Stephen lying peacefully in Alita's arms.

A week had passed since Alita had kidnapped Stephen. Things seemed to be a lot calmer and the atmosphere between Alita and Larry seemed to have improved. As expected, Larry was timid around the little boy. Alita had already gone and bought material for the baby's comfort. Alita had learned no matter how much you try, you would never be fully prepared to the adventure of raising a child. It could be tiring, frustrating, beautiful and fun all at once.

Alita had never intended to have children. She only kidnapped Stephen just to aggravate Wocky and she knew it would work. They were most likely hunting for the three of them in San Fransisco and hunted throughly like idiots. As long as they never arrived at England, Alita knew she was fine. She could breathe and raise Stephen like her own. Poison his mind with whatever lies come to her head and them return him to California with a huge hatred against Wocky.

If the lies had worked on Larry, she was confident they would work on a child as they both have the same mindset.

She could see it in Larry's eyes. He wanted to approach the child, but the thought of having a child had terrified him. That was why he said he wanted to wait until Alita was thirty. She hoped raising Stephen would help Larry man up to his responsibilities. He wasn't doing too bad, but Alita knew he could do much better and since Larry would do anything for her, she was determined to take as much advantage of him as she could.

Alita felt her plan to hurt Wocky had been complete.

"Larry," Alita said. She placed Stephen back in his cot and said, "I love you. I haven't said it in a while."

"It's okay," responded Larry. He patted her back with gentle fingers. "You've been fantastic. I know you'll be a wonderful mother to Stephen. At least with us, he'll be able to have a gorgeous life. And I'll look for a good job and you can be sure that there'll be some good money for us."

"You're so sweet," Alita said. She smiled, and something inside made her feel like she was a glowing star. Her stomach churned and she felt the tingling lips of Larry kiss her neck. She thought of Wocky. In her mind she saw him crumble down to the ground and scream at himself and at Alita. She wondered if she really taken it too far?

"Why isn't that fool Apollo Justice here?" Franziska bitterly asked. "Shouldn't he be here to support his friend? Klavier Gavin always stated they were friends."

"He's with his dad in hospital," Phoenix replied. "Godot's sick again."

"I hope Godot gets well soon," Maya said. "Being arrested for Thalassa's murder triggered his illness again."

"So Professor," the young boy in the defence lobby said. "What do you think about this?"

"Well Luke, there are only two possibilities. The prosecution is either lying or passing down inaccurate facts," Professor Layton announced.

Klavier Gavin's trial was coming across as rather odd. This was Maya's first case as a lawyer, she had become shocked at the lack of common sense in the court room. Had Miles Edgeworth had still been alive, the case would have been settled before New Years Day. There was simply no way that Klavier could have murdered April under the circumstances, but the only people that were really paying attention to her was Franziska, Phoenix and Professor Layton. Franziska had hired Professor Layton because she knew his passion for puzzles would help win their case. Judge Salsa refused all of Maya's objections and refused to give Lana any penalties where she should be getting. The people in the trial were too scared to make a sound, it was as if they had been threatened.

Layton's assistant, Luke Triton had been equally helpful. He reminded Maya of Pearl when she was around Luke's age: full of honour and determination. Maya had a strong defence team behind her, but she was starting to lose hope that she could clear Klavier's name. She really wanted to maintain the hope, but it was proving to be a struggle. Judge Salsa had suggested a fifteen minute break for Maya to cool down. Maya was anything but calm. Her fingers were shaking with vicious nerves.

"The prosecution's been lying to us!" Maya snapped. She had finally figured out how Klavier had managed to hurt himself. "They were both run over at the same time." "How could Salsa believe that Klavier hurt himself."

"Cause he's fool," Franziska replied. "That man loves Lana Skye and will believe her every foolish word."

"There's gotta be a way to prove it," Maya said. "I'm so stressed right now that I can't even think properly."

Phoenix grabbed her shoulders and took her to the seat near the door to the court. "Now calm down," said Phoenix. "You're doing great, you just need to calm down."

"That lady stole my notebook," Luke snapped. "It had all my notes in it."

"We'll get it back," Maya said. Her fingers still shook. "Don't worry."

"Just listen to us," Phoenix whispered to Maya. "Think about the events that happened before the murder. Anything you consider strange, we've got no defendant with us nor witnesses, but we've still got some good evidence. We just need to prove that the prosecution is lying."

"You're right," Maya said. "Franzy, did you keep the message on your cell phone."

"What message?" Franziska asked.

"The ones Mike sent you."

"Let me guess it's a sexual one," Phoenix said. "I know what's he like. But he's really nice once you get to know him."

"I got to know him for years and he's a dirty scoundrel," Franziska barked. She flashed her cellphone to his face and the messages from Mike was revealed to Phoenix. He could tell Franziska refused to reply to them. Phoenix chuckled and he knew he would get whipped for it; but he didn't care as he was used to it.

Franzy, I love you.

Hey Franzy why don't you show me what's hiding beneath those tights.

Lesbian pictures please?

I'm married to Ema, but I still love you. You can be my second wife. Lol.

Franzy why don't you answer my calls?

Franzy please accept my calls.

I got something special to send you soon. Love from Mike. X X X

Did you like what you got? Now it's your turn?

I'm waiting...

"These messages are absolutely disgusting!" Luke shouted in disgust.

"It seems that Mr. Blitz was not a true gentleman after all," Layton summarized the whole situation and pictured Lana gritting her teeth.

"This needs to be mentioned in the trial," announced Maya. She held Franziska's phone and took it with her to court. She smiled. The thing was finally going to get sorted out.

"Oh my," Judge Salsa roared. "The defence seem to be very happy. What's up?"

"We've got something we want to show the prosecution," Maya announced. She smartened up the collar of her robe and faced Lana. "You know your brother-in-law, Lana?"

"Yes," Lana sighed. "He's a good man."

"So good you wanted the two of them to get married?"

"Yes," Lana replied. "I'm sorry," she started to mumble her words, "but what has this got to do with the murder of April May."

"Stop acting," grumbled Maya. "We know you're lying. Klavier was run over at the same time as April. You know he's innocent!"

"He's not innocent!" Lana spat back. Her body leaned over her desk as she slammed her desk. "He's a filthy whore and a cheat. I don't care if he's a murderer, he should still be guilty."

"Preach my love," Judge Salsa cried. "I want to give him a guilty verdict just for you."

"OBJECTION!" Maya screamed.

"Calm down baby," Salsa told Maya. "You'll get your turn."

"I guess you didn't know that Mike sent a picture of his penis to Franziska," Maya said.

Judge Salsa dropped his mouth and gasped. He jumped out of his seat and then exploded with laughter. "OH MY GOD! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! PICTURES OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!"

"Here's Franziska's phone," Maya said. She walked out of the bench and passed it over to Judge Salsa. Salsa's eyes had opened.

"That's one hell of a thing," Salsa said. "He's sent Franziska messages too. Lana you have to look at this one: Hey Franzy, this is Mike Sexy Blitz. How are you doing? Just had sex with Ema and I wish you were here to make a sexy sandwich."

"PASS IT OVER!" Lana screamed. Maya retrieved the phone from Judge Salsa and she walked over and showed the picture and sexual messages that Mike had sent to Franziska. She gritted her teeth and bit her fingers as she wailed in the progress. She then banged her head on the table and then with one mighty scream, she roared, "FUCK!" She stormed out of the court room and Salsa moaned.

"Damn you Mike Blitz for making my Lana-baby cry," Judge Salsa roared. "I hate to admit it, my plan on giving Klavier a lesson to tell him that those big boobies were trouble have failed in some degrees. I can honestly say that he is innocent and it looks like Mike is the guilty dude here. I find Klavier Gavin, not guilty... for now. The court is dismissed." He banged the his gavel and then said, "I believe we should a warrant out to hunt down Mike Blitz."

Judge Salsa scurried out of the court. Everyone knew it was so he could chase after Lana.

Dear Wocky Kitaki,

I've known you for about two years. It seems that time has flown by and it doesn't seem very long. From the small amount of time I've spent with you, you've already managed to destroy my life. You're a dumb and vile human being, and I had the greatest pleasure in watching you suffer, I'm just disappointed that I never got to finish you off. Months in that stupid prison cell and all because you and your stupid friends. Since being jailed, all I wanted to do was break you. I wanted to kill you! Do something that make you do the crying. I thought it would be tough, but when I heard you got arrested for rape, I roared with laughter. I thought it was even more hilarious that you were originally found guilty for it. You poor thing: NOT!

I told you this before, but I said that your kid was going to be ugly. Your girlfriend, Pearl is a home-wrecker and a slut. And yet she gets everything she wants even though the rest of her family are complete cunts. Fuck you all!I simply cannot find the the time to hate you anymore. Have your little boy back! I only stole him just to piss you off, not because I wanted your babies or anything stupid like that. No, you as a father is like the worst thing imaginable. I wouldn't be surprised if Pearl had a baby bump on her right now.

Stephen was better off with us! Larry and I were good parents to him. We gave him all the things you could only wish you could give him. Then again you were always a lazy one. When we were dating all you wanted to do was lie about in the park doing fuck all. You were always trying to show off with those pathetic hip-hop anthems and dodgy dance moves. Don't get me started on the sex, it was painful and your face was even more painful to look at.

I can't believe I tried to marry you for your money. I can't believe I tried so hard just to be accepted into this world. I just wanted to fit in, but I couldn't so I decided fuck it! I'll go my way. Once I married you, I would have waited for your death. I would have taken your money and used it to runaway much more earlier. I would have still had a relaxing and enjoying life. I should have been less more obvious, I should have given it much more time to think it over. I should have planned it carefully like Lana did. Well look at Lana, she's back in jail but at least she got to do what she wanted before she got thrown back in again.

All these fuck ups in my life had led me into the arms of some dopey prison officer. You know who that guy is. Your little hoe beat him up and he pushed you down the stairs. He should have killed you off. You could have been great friends with him, but you chose to warn him about me. He still believes that you're a wife-beater, I'm not going to tell him the truth, and I don't want you going round flashing this letter to everyone either. This letter is just for you; nobody else! If I find out that you've been spreading this letter, I will come back and bring hell to you and all you love. Do I make myself clear? YES? GOOD! NO? FUCK YOU!

I don't even know why I'm bothering anymore. I won! I got what I wanted. I'm rich, and I'm faraway from the terror I once called home. Okay, Larry is so cheerful that I find it very frustrating sometimes, but that's normal for a couple. I know everyone thinks that I twisted Larry under my little finger and it's because of me that I made him an eccentric criminal, but you guys must know nothing about Larry. He is a sweet guy, and I do love him! And I'm not lying, I mean it. He treats me right, he cares and he does what every man is suppose to do to their lady. Which is more than I can say about you. I have always blamed my misery on you. I loved raising Stephen up to be my own and then... CURSE YOU. He just had to have your eyes. It reminded me of all the good times we had together. The times where I found your company enjoyable.

Why am I doing this? Don't worry about the money, you were right; you don't owe a thing. It's me that owes you something. In the basket under Stephen, there should be a thousand dollars. Don't worry, Stephen should remain unharmed. Now you can tell Dessie and Ron that their baby is fine, well it's your baby too. It was hard work getting Stephen to be healthy in the first few months of his life and I don't want our efforts to go to waste. I really hope Stephen gets the best out of life. In the basket is also a silver rattle. Look after that, it's his favourite. We gave him many toys, but it was the rattle he loved the most.

I'm sorry for everything. Screw the nasty words I did and forget about the horrible stuff I did to you all. You should all thank Stephen. I loved him like my own son and it was because I grew attached to him, was that I decided it was best that he would be returned to his real parents and to his real home. I don't know where the DeLites live, and I'm guessing they've moved and tried to search for us, but I'm guessing that Plum will be forcing you and Dessie to contact each other regularly so I returned him to you.

I love you Wocky, you're so cute in a very odd way. I was just really jealous that Pearl managed to get to you and I didn't, but I guess it's for the best. I'll move on with Larry and you move on with Pearl. It's as easy as at. I don't think I should contact you again, just for your own safety. I'm sorry I ever called your child ugly, Stephen is beautiful.

All the best for all you,

Alita.

P.S We've adopted a girl named Sapphire.

Olga woke up nice and early to visit her mother in prison. Her mother, Helga had been sent down for five years for forgery and identity theft. Olga had given Wendy Olgbag a parcel of food to compensate what Helga had stolen from her. Olga had seen Wendy many times, she was quite a fussy customer, but was in fact a nice lady if you're in her good books.

It was safe to say that Olga's mother had not been herself these past few years. Not since she lost a game of poker to Wendy Oldbag six months ago. Her mother didn't support her as a musician because she hated metal music. Not once did she pat Olga on the back and say, "You do our family proud."

"Hello mother," Olga called.

Helga sat with her teeth gritted in the visiting room. Olga's mother still had the beard attached under her nose when she was trying to make out that she was a judge in court. She still had her hair shaped in the style of Wendy Oldbag, which surprised Olga. She thought she would be back to her normal self again.

"What do you want?" Olga's mother howled. "You come to bail me out yet?"

"I can't bail you out," Olga admitted.

"Your band is flopping is it?"

"On the contrary, our most recent two albums have met with critical and commercial acclaim."

"Then why won't you bail me out?"

"I need to save money," Olga admitted. "There's a lot of places that I'd love to go to."

"You can at least pay to get this beard off!"

"Mother, I'm sure you can cut it off here."

"They won't let me anywhere near sharp objects."

"Don't they have a barber shop near you?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you go there?"

"Don't like the people there."

Olga hated seeing her mother so distressed. But she couldn't help but laugh in secret. She quickly shook it off and said, "listen, when you were in your prime time as a poker player you used to meet people you hated all the time. It will only a few minutes.

"A few minutes!" Helga shouted. "You're having a laugh. You don't care about me. You've come to brag about how awesome you are."

"Looks like visiting hours will be over soon," Olga said. "I'll visit you sometime next week."

"Goodbye," grouched Helga.

Defense Attorney: Phoenix Wright
Prosecutor: Winston Payne
Defendant: Link
Victim: Princess Zelda
Cause Of Death: Drowning
Murder Weapon: Bare first

Turnabout difficulty. Link's lawyer, Phoenix Wright had been up all night thinking how to prove his client innocent. When he took on the case, he thought it was going to be a tough cookie, but as the trial started it just kept on getting easier and easier. At 2:30 in the morning, Phoenix Wright came up with a brilliant theory that could close the case down. He rang up everybody involved with the case and the judge agreed to make an urgent meeting in the court.

The crowd were not as chatty as they once were. They were understandably, quite groggy. The man in the prosecution bench slouched back and gave Phoenix the most miserable nerdy look that he had never seen from anyone else with the exception of extreme nerds from university.

"Now look your honour," Payne moaned. "I demand to know why we've all been summoned here at this hour?"

"I believe the defence has some ground-breaking news," the judge explained.

"Indeed I do," Phoenix announced. Compared to Payne's failure to hide nerves, Phoenix had his shoulders laid back. He knew he had nothing to hide and the fact it was all here right in this very court room had made things even simpler.

"Spill it out then!" the judge spat out.

Phoenix slammed his hands on the desk and said, "This murder never existed."

"WHAT?"

"That's preposterous!" Payne yelled from the top of his voice.

"You don't suspect that Princess Zelda is still alive?" the judge widened his eyes and leaned back on his chair.

"Of course."

"Do you have evidence to prove this?" the judge asked with a wrinkled frown.

"I don't need evidence," Phoenix roared. He pointed at the lady in a pink dress as he declared, "She's in this very room!"

Princess Zelda stood up and waved to everybody. Stunned, the judge shook his head and his eyes met the defendant's. "Because of the circumstance," the judge said, "The court has no choice but to declare Link: NOT GUILTY. Court dismissed." The judge slammed his gavel and advised everybody to rest for the rest of the morning.