Prosecution #1
Even though I have yet to see any kind of remnant of the airplane, nor Miles Edgeworth's body, one would be a particularly foolish fool not to assume the jet crashed on its return to Germany. I have come to wonder why I asked these fools on the street where we might be. They have all answered with some form of "Manhattan" and the explanation involves a giant lizard.
Never did I think I would rue the day I left foolish Phoenix Wright's company. At least that fool had evidence.
Miles Edgeworth! You were on that plane with me! Tell me what happened. I see no signs of the plane, yet I woke up in a building, one that's seen better times. By all appearances, one could assume the plane landed nearby, if not crashed on the building itself. Now, that brings up the question of where everyone else is. If I am indeed where people say I am, Scruffy, be sure that I will be finding you shortly. We have work to do.
And if I find whoever has taken my whip, you will come to regret your actions.