Diego went home after much therapy a few months later. He read the entries in the journals every night. He read the last entry the night he came home. After that, he heaved a sob. He couldn’t believe Mia was gone. His mind immediately dug up all the memories from their times together. It didn’t help the face mask made him feel slightly uncomfortable still.

I wonder what Mia would think of all this…

He put on his trench coat, and walked out of his apartment. Winter chills bit at his face, and the snow was falling ever so lightly and gracefully. There was nothing light about Diego’s mood, though. He walked over to a nearby diner to buy a cup of coffee. When he walked in, the warm air felt so refreshing. He walked up to the counter and ordered his usual. After receiving his order, he sat down in a booth, deep in thought.

What can I do to make this up to Mia? … Who are you kidding, Diego? She’s dead. But, amongst other things, Mia taught me that death doesn’t necessarily mean the end.

He thought about finding someone to channel Mia, but thought if he used one of the Feys, it would bring too much pain for both of them. When thinking of the Fey family, one person besides Mia and Maya popped in his head: Morgan. One person Mia neglected to mention in the journals was Morgan, and Diego knew Morgan was evil from the start. He decided to research a little bit more on Morgan once he finished his coffee.

* * *

When Diego found out Morgan was in prison, he knew she was up to no good. He decided to become a prosecutor. That day, he went up to the prosecutor’s office to interview with the chief prosecutor. To his surprise, he found one Lana Skye.

“Lana…?”

“Yes? Who might you be?”

“Do you remember a Diego Armando?”

“… Oh my goodness… Diego?!”

“Yes, Chief Prosecutor?”

“I didn’t recognize you! How are you?”

She went up and hugged Diego.

“Depressed, actually. Came out of a coma, found out the love of my life was dead… you know, the usual. You?”

“I was depressed about Mia’s death as well… I got out of prison about a year ago. It took me a while to gain myself back up to chief prosecutor, but I worked hard enough to get here.”

“What were you in prison for?”

“… It’s a bit of a long story. What are you doing here?”

“It’s actually regarding a job here.”

“As a prosecutor? That’s not like you. I’d expect you to work in a coffee shop before a prosecutor’s office.”

“Let’s just say I have my own agenda.”

“Trying to move on from… you know…?”

“… That’s partly it, I guess…”

“I know how you feel… really… if you ever need to talk, I’m here. Mia’s death was a shock to me as well… she was my best friend…”

“Thank you. And I know. So, about the job…”

“I’ve known you to be nothing short of a fantastic lawyer, so I’ll give you the job.”

“Thank you. I have one condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“No one can know my true identity. I’ve decided to change my name.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Maybe it could help me move on… not quite sure exactly how, but it’s worth a try.”

“Okay. What name are you going to go by?”

“………. Godot.”

-- Wright and Co. Law Offices: After Bridge to the Turnabout --

“… And that’s all she wrote…”

Phoenix shut the diary he and Maya were reading. Tears rolled out of Mia’s eyes.

“S-Sis…”

“Maya, there’s just one thing I need to know. Why now? Why would you wanna read this diary now?”

“I just came across it a few minutes before you came in the room.”

“Really? I thought you had it for years.”

“No. It’s BEEN here for years, but I didn’t read it. I threatened to read it a few years ago, but I didn’t actually do it.”

“Yeah, she wrote that in here, too.”

“I can’t believe she documented so much of her past…”

“I can. She was a very thorough person. What’ I’M surprised about is how she was able to fit it all… wow, her handwriting is small…”

“Yeah, and it’s also a pretty thick diary.”

Suddenly, the phone rang. Maya reached to answer it, but Phoenix reached it first. Maya folded her arms across her chest and gave a frustrated look.

“Hmph! I’m your assistant! I thought it was MY job to answer phones!”

Phoenix just ignored her.

“Wright and Co. Law Offices.”

“Hello, Trite.”

Phoenix’s heart sunk.

“I thought we were over Trite.”

“We were. It just sounds more… dramatic.”

Oh, Godot… or Diego… I’ll never figure you out.

“I see. Well, what is this regarding?”

“Before I went to prison, Maya told me she had something she wanted me to read. I was wondering if you could see me here and show me what it is.”

“Something for you to read? Hold on a sec, and I’ll ask her about it.”

Phoenix covered the receiver.

“Maya, did you tell Godot there was something for him to read?”

“You mean Diego?”

“Yeah…”

“We just read it… you and me, I mean.”

“The diary?”

“Yeah. I remembered a certain day… with Diego, Sis, me, and the diary… we never read it…”

“I see… Okay, thanks.”

Phoenix started talking on the phone again.

“We should be over there shortly.”

“Deal.”