He remembered what a beautiful day it had been. The walk to the courthouse had been exceptionally pleasant, in that afternoon sunshine. The first day of the trial had gone well, and he could hardly wait to clinch this case. When he'd reached the doors, though, he... passed out? Wait...

Edgeworth's consciousness returned to him slowly, and he stood there, blinking, staring at his surroundings without comprehension. He was naked. Naked and covered in something... nasty. Miles stayed still for a few long moments, watching as a few strings of goop slowly dripped from his hand. All of sudden, he started, letting out a gasp as the voice spoke in his head. The horror and impossibility of what he was seeing finally hit him. He stumbled backwards until he hit something solid, then slid to the ground, curling up into a ball, trying to hide his nakedness, trying to hide from... whatever all this was.

No. No. This wasn't real. It was a nightmare. A horrible, vivid nightmare. He'd had nightmares before. Miles closed his eyes and tried to think of the sun, of the courthouse. Soon enough, he'd awaken, and discover he'd fallen asleep at his desk. How foolish of him. He would make sure it never happened again...