Day 48: Sun Room [Second Shift]

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Hmph. While this Rude was the proverbial "man of few words," von Karma found more potential use from him than a number of the other patients he had met put together. He would still ask Franziska about the man... as well as the other people he had learned that she had been spending time around. Many of them were utter fools, especially that

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Lana strode into the Sun Room and straight over to the bulletin board. Once there, she pulled out her notebook and started jotting down anything and everything she came across.

One particular series of notes caught her eye; the cover story of a video game was as clumsy as the Institute's was not, but the notes had been left to stand. It seemed a flimsy alibi stood without inspection; only what must be obscenities and a few logistical details had been pruned from any of the discussions. Though that didn't take into account any which had been removed in toto. She was just about to close the book on that conversation when her forward progress ran aground on handwriting that matched the hair she'd spotted in the cafeteria. Handwriting that she received almost as often as memos from the prosecutors she supervised; notes substituted for conversation when she came home too late or too silent

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The nurses hadn't exactly been thrilled with the way Ema rushed through her shower and then insisted on being taken to the Sun Room, but considering that the girl had at least been compliant in going to the showers in the first place her request was difficult to deny. Especially considering the fact that the girl refused to take 'no' for an answer; she hadn't become violent, but she certainly was adamant. Even with her hair still wet and her clothes sticking to her limbs where she hadn't dried off completely before throwing them on, Ema made it very clear that she had no intentions of staying in the showers for any longer than she already had

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Confirmation was never so bitter. And that was something, when coming from a prosecutor. But there was no running away from this conversation now; the only way out of the trap was to plow straight ahead. Whether or not it was a path of her choosing was irrelevant; the situation was what it was.

Lana swiveled on her heel, her back ramrod straight. The gesture lost something when done in slippers and sweatpants, but she was still taller than her sister, and she knew how to use every inch of height.

All sixty-six of them were screaming composure, in a language she knew Ema knew how to read. And that she would see the nervousness underneath; neither Lana's hands nor her voice would shake as she replied, but that in itself was telltale enough.

"Ema. So they got you, too." It wasn't a question. "Are you alright?"

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Ema knew her sister well enough to realize that the composure was put-on. The reverse was also true, although Ema's attempts at remaining calm were far less effective. "Yeah. I was just outside the courthouse, and then... I was here." After a few beats she added, awkwardly, "I'm sorry I ran off. I just... panicked." Hopefully Lana wouldn't pry; after a reveal like Joe Darke, the reason for the reaction would have been obvious.

The question gave Ema pause. Scientifically speaking, the answer was a solid no, but she didn't want Lana to panic about already-healing wounds. On the other hand, however, she didn't want Lana to somehow find out later and be angry that Ema had withheld information... so really there was no good response. Ema could sidestep the question by responding about her mental health, but she had a feeling that wasn't what Lana meant; after everything that had happened to her even before arriving here, the answer to that question was far too obvious for Lana to even ask

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There was no way to identify bodily fluids without a lab and DNA test, but that didn't stop Lana from feeling she should have recognized her own sister's blood spatter. Even if it had healed, she'd looked at it with the clinical eye of an investigator, and seen only data. Not...Ema.

"I saw the rat. You should thank your roommate if you haven't already; it had been thoroughly incapacitated." Thoroughly killed, she would have said, but this was Ema, and the thought of anyone killing anything on her behalf wasn't a thought to pursue. In last night's darkness, it had taken all of Lana's resolve to shove aside thoughts of that night. She couldn't imagine Ema not freaking out, and the quaver in her voice wasn't helping matters.

There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and pull Ema into her arms. That worked so well the last time, Former Detective Skye. She couldn't. Not when she didn't know who was pulling the strings behind this unorthodox abduction, or what resources she could muster to

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Lana had seen the rat? That meant that her sister had been around since at least last night. The only benefit to that information, however, was the fact that she wasn't staring at Ema like she'd lost her mind. She was just staring at Ema with disapproval and backing it up with a rebuke. That wasn't what Ema had been hoping for.

Somehow, Ema managed to stand up and shrink back at the same time. The scolding was multilayered; there was the face-value 'don't be stupid' message, and the deeper, much more painful 'you remember what happened last time you were alone in the dark'. Lana didn't have to say it, she didn't even have to imply it. The message was there.

Why did everything have to come back to Joe Darke all of a sudden. It was two years ago"We... we were trying to get our things and get out of here," Ema answered, her voice quieter than she would have liked. Taking a deep breath for courage, she added, "I wanted to get back to help Mr. Wright with your trial--I... Lana, if you're found guilty I don't know what I'll do

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"If I'm what?" The words slipped out before she even realized she was going to say them.

"Ema, don't be absurd. I'm not on trial." And neither are you. "That would imply I'd done something wrong, when clearly we are the ones who have been wronged." A flick of her wrist indicated that the entire Institute was potentially at fault -- patients, staff, walls, monsters -- all of it except Ema. What had they convinced Ema of, and why only her?

She was tempted to march Ema back to her room and prove that this couldn't be a simple mental facility, even by day. Brandishing a scalpel wasn't the best citation for sanity, but it was a clear indication that last night hadn't been a dream. A dream that had landed Ema with bandages. Oh. They didn't need proof, did they?

When she spoke again, her voice was subdued. "I need to know what happened, Ema." They were words she hadn't said in two years.

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Ema felt her jaw drop at Lana's reaction. I'm not on trial... Lana had no idea what Ema was talking about. It was exactly as Chekov had said was true of his group--the two of them had been taken from different times. Still, enough of Ema was in denial that such a time paradox was possible that she felt the need to press further. "You are on trial, back home! You plead guilty to the murder of Detective Goodman and I got Phoenix Wright to defend you because Mia Fey wasn't anywhere to be found and... and..." And it involves Joe Darke somehow, Ema found herself unable to say.

"You're the one who insisted that you're guilty, even though I know you're not. Which is why Mr. Wright and I are defending you." Maybe there would be some sort of recognition, some realization that of course Ema meant something outside of the Institute. More likely, if the knot in her stomach was any indication, Lana would be further confused and frustrated by the answer

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Goodman. Mia Fey. And Mia's unpredictable apprentice, who had found the truth Lana's office had been too blind to uncover. Willfully blind, in more than one case, and she'd closed the books before they could possibly have found them all. And a case that threatened to bring everything to light, but of which Lana had no memory

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Lana's response was not exactly what Ema had expected. There was no sudden recollection, no insistence that no such murder had even occurred, no questioning of Ema's sanity--only an indirect way of showing that the information Ema just provided had been accepted at face-value. Had someone filled Lana in about the possibility that people here were from different time periods? Or was there something Lana wasn't letting on? Ema found herself wishing she could read her sister better; the constant composure was frustrating.

The best Ema could do was respond to what Lana actually said, and hope that it would somehow follow through. "Mia Fey's dead? Why didn't you say anything?" More importantly, why hadn't Mr. Wright said as much? 'I'm sorry, but Ms. Mia Fey no longer works here' hadn't exactly gotten the point across. "If it weren't for Mr. Wright being in her office, I wouldn't have found anyone to defend you at all! And then you would have been found guilty by default--it's like you don't want me to help you!" The outburst was out

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That's because I don't want you to help me. It was looking more and more certain that the conclusion she'd jumped to was accurate. Damn. And Ema had insisted on stepping right in the middle of it.

Besides, I didn't say anything because she was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. Aside from putting Miles Edgeworth on the case, and look how that had turned out. Mia had done her one better there; Mr. Wright's methods had been unorthodox, but Lana couldn't argue their effect.

"It's either the thirteenth or the fourteenth of December, 2016, since I'm not sure how long I was unconscious. The last thing I remember was going to bed on the night of the twelfth, before waking up last night."

That was over two months difference -- and a couple days after the annual evidence transferral. That clinched it; she didn't know what had happened, but for once why and who were painfully clear. At least for her own part in the fiasco

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December 2016. And as Lana opened her notebook, Ema noticed a lack of bandage on Lana's right hand. Those two details cemented it--even though it wasn't at all scientifically possible, she and Lana were from different times. Sure, the difference was only a little over two month, but it was large enough to be disconcerting. Not only did Lana have no idea about her own murder trial, she also had yet to go through the massive headache that was State vs. Edgeworth.

Not that that seemed to change much; Lana still seemed content to plow on full-speed ahead with her icy collectiveness. Ema might as well have been one of the office assistants in her employment for the amount of sisterly warmth Lana was willing to give her. Honestly, if Lana had to arrive at this place from a point earlier than Ema had, why not two years earlier when things weren't so terse between the them?

And then Lana really went and ruined it. I can't give you any more information on a murder I haven't yet committed... "You didn't commit it, aren't you even

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No, I can't tell you. Just not for the reasons Ema supposed. So it was confirmed. The evidence transfer, Detective Goodman, herself, and Joe Darke, reunited for one final tragedy. And two loose cannons in the forms of a defense attorney and a would-be scientific investigator, whose stubbornness drew from the same well as Lana's, and would not be placated.

Can't you see I'm doing this for you? But to admit that would be tantamount to a confession, and just as unacceptable. It was better she didn't know.

Lana closed her eyes. By the time she opened them, Ema had vanished. Good.

She turned back to the bulletin board, and resumed her methodical survey. The one person who would have noticed that every time she tilted her head to see a new note, every tendon stood out, had already gone.