“Come on over to my house later, Apollo. I might be able to find something useful to help you out with this case”.

That’s what Ema told me just yesterday. I decided to come over today because, well, I had to find her house first. And frankly, not giving someone directions to a house they’ve never even been to before and expecting them to just show up a few hours later is expecting a bit too much, I’d say. I tried to find her house, sure. But looking up “Directions to Ema Skye’s house” on Google didn’t get me anywhere, and Trucy can’t really use her magic skills to get me to her house. So here I am, walking the streets of Los Angeles, completely lost and confused. Thanks a lot, Ema. I was just about to turn around and walk back home, when suddenly, a woman rammed right into me, knocking me to the ground!

“Sorry about that, kid.” She helped me up, and that’s when I saw her. She had long, glossy hair, chocolate brown eyes, and street clothes on. She also was wearing a long, red scarf, but all that’s not really what I noticed. What I noticed was her face. Where had I seen this face before? It seems so familiar, yet I’m positive I’ve never met this woman before. Was it her nose? Her touchy expression? I couldn’t figure it out one bit. “It’s ok. I should’ve noticed you coming, anyways.” I said, trying to make the glum lady smile. Not that I thought it would work. “Yes, you really should have. Watch where you’re going next time, kid. Or else you might get hurt more than you already are.” And on that note, she stormed off.

“She’s obviously NOT a people person huh?” I mumbled to myself.
“Wait a minute…what’s this?” I noticed a small, crumpled up piece of paper on the ground where she was. Curious, I opened up the paper. “Directions… to an apartment building?” I asked myself as I scanned over the paper more. Yes, it seemed to be directions to someone’s apartment building. On the left hand side of the paper someone had written “Directions to Em…house.” Em house huh…wait. Couldn’t that be? No…what are the odds of a complete stranger having directions to the detective’s house? It’s pretty smudged, so it could be anyone. Emily…Emile…so no. I should just put it back where I found it or give it back! But…what other option do I have? I suppose… I might as well.

Who would’ve guessed that this little piece of paper would actually get me to an apartment after all? The world is full of surprises, isn’t it? Glad I did it. But first things first, I gotta go to the reception desk and find out if she even lives here. A man in a pale yellow suit looked up at me from behind the desk, and smiled.

“Welcome to Gatewater Apartments. How can I help you today, Mr. Justice Sir?”

“! You, you know who I am?!” Red in the face, the man answered,

“Of course I know who you are! Taking on the first Jurist System trial in years, even though you’re just a rookie! You know, I helped out your mentor in a case a long time ago.”

My mentor? Surely he couldn’t mean… “You mean…Mr. Gavin?”

“Oh no no no, sir! I mean Wright! THE PHOENIX WRIGHT! …You are Apollo Justice, right sir?”

Oh! I guess everyone assumes I’m his apprentice after he went to jail…though I suppose I am his apprentice now, after everything that’s happened. “Well, yes, I am. Sorry for the confusion. Anyways, could you tell me if Ema Skye lives here?” The man gestured for me to wait a moment, and looked through a catalogue on his computer.

“Level 22, Number 25. Do you have any bags that need to be brought up?” The man stared at me anxiously, a little creepily too, mind you. “Uh, no. I’m just visiting. But thanks for the offer.” Who does this guy think he is anyway, a bellboy? But I kept my smarmy remarks to myself as I noticed just how high up her apartment is, and that the elevator is see through. “Eeep! M-maybe I s-should t-take the s-stairs…”

After a long, tiring trek up 22 flights of stairs, I finally reached her doorstep. This is it, Polly! Remember, flattery gets you- EVERYWHERE I get it. Geez, why do Trucy’s words of ‘wisdom’ never cease to leave my brain?!

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Yeah? Who is it?! Can’t you see I’m in the shower here?!” Oh yes, because I can totally anticipate when you’re in the shower, Ema.

“Um, it’s Apollo!”

“OH! It’s you! Figured you’d be coming around soon enough. Come on in, the doors unlocked.” Who leaves their door unlocked while they’re in the shower, of all things?! I turned the doorknob, and it creaked open. To my surprise, her house seemed kind of…homey. The paint on the walls were in all different shades of colour that all blended together perfectly, a lot of the furniture seemed to be either really old or made to look that way, (save her computer) that even her TV was that box type that went out of style years and years ago. But the thing I noticed the most, even more so than the hundreds of Science stuff and Snackoo bags lying on the tables, was all her pictures. There was a different photo on every wall, table, desk and shelf. A lot of them had her and a woman who seemed familiar somehow. Ema with friends from school, Ema at organ lessons, Ema at the police department (noticeably younger), even a couple pictures with her and Mr. Wright. But their was one picture that really caught my eye. Ema was with a man that seemed like he’d never be…where the picture was taken.

*SLAM*. What was that? Maybe I should check it… “Like my house, Apollo?” “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” *CRASH*