Day 48: Sun Room [Second Shift]

[perfectrecord]

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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[scientist_skye]

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." Ema knew perfectly well that she was walking into more harshness from her sister--she had explicitly gone against Lana's wishes by bringing in Phoenix Wright to defend her in the first place, after all--but that didn't stop her from bringing the topic up. It was the only reason she had for putting herself in that kind of danger. Her sister had needed her.

[fourstonewalls]

"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.

[scientist_skye]

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.

"But... but I got upset and I ran off and... I woke up here, in these clothes, being lead around by nurses who are convinced that my name is Marie Franklin when it's light and being chased by monsters when it's dark and... and..." Ema was trembling by now. She wanted to run, either into her sister's arms or far, far away so she can hide and wait for this to go away.

[fourstonewalls]

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.

If she let the hypothesis play out, what then? If she allowed that Ema could be right, that she was talking about something that hadn't happened yet, everything else socketed back into place like a joint she had forgotten was hurting. Connections Ema didn't -- couldn't -- know anything about, twisted around her hypothetical hands, and there was only one reason she would plead guilty to a murder she hadn't committed.

She couldn't tell her everything was going to be all right. It would have been a lie, even if she were speaking only of this "Institute", but now she couldn't even get the words to start past the lump in her throat. She swallowed, and tried again.

"It's not surprising you couldn't find Mia Fey." Her voice came out without a tremor. "She passed away several months ago. Mister Wright was able to clear her sister of all charges." There were so many things she couldn't say; a nod of approval at Ema's choice to overrule her sister's wishes was all she could offer. That and the fact she stayed; running away was something they both had done enough of for one day.

[scientist_skye]

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 before Ema could remind herself, once again, that Lana had no idea what the case was even about.

Ema forced herself to reign it in. Screaming out her deep-seeded anger wasn't going to help either of them now. "I-I'm sorry... it's really weird that you don't remember." Out of habit (and a need for the familiar), Ema pulled out her notebook and scribbled: Lana's here but doesn't remember being on trial for murder..... Hm. A date of reference for Lana would probably be good information to have, considering the circumstances; Lana couldn't remember ahead, but Ema could certainly remember back.

"What day is it for you?" The question seemed insane even as she asked it. "It's February 24th, 2017 for me--the second day of your trial."

[And reposted because I caught a few mistakes after hitting the "Post Comment" button. Sorry about this! ^^() ]

[fourstonewalls]

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.

"And I'm sorry. I can't give you any more information on a murder I haven't yet committed." She flipped her own notebook to a blank page, pen ready to take down the facts of the case, if Ema insisted on walking through the entire sordid mess.

[scientist_skye]

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 listening?! Mr. Wright and I have been working so hard to help you, and you don't even care! You're so preoccupied with going to jail forever or worse that you haven't even given anyone else a moment's thought, have you?!" Tears stung behind her eyes, but Ema paid them little heed. "All you've managed to do is maybe strike a plea deal and then dump Joe Darke in everyone's lap! You know everything and you won't even tell me..." Ema's voice lowered as she drew into herself, pulling the journal to her chest. "And here you can't tell me, can you?

"Well, fine. I'm going to find a way out of here, and find a way to save you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" With that, Ema turned on her heel and made a move to storm off. The reunion was over, and Ema wanted to take her leave before Lana turned her back and dismissed her.

That part was always the worst.

[fourstonewalls]

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.