So uh, Ms. Franziska sir... When you said that I had to have those papers in by Wednesday... err, did you mention a time? Because all I wrote down was the room number, 504, and err, at time would be good, since.. er, nevermind.

A time would be good. Seein as... this might take a little longer than I thought.

Anyone want to be a pal and fill me in on what's going on here?
Was on my way to the station see, to see if any new evidence had come up on the multiple missing persons cases (Yeah, I know I work homicide, but that doesn't mean I can't be worried about them, kay? Prosecutor Edgeworth and everybody in that mess is important to me, and I want to know what happened!) and I just ended up here!
Told the guy to point me to the station, since I just wanted to get to work, but instead I ended up having to fill out a thing, and I'm living somewhere new now?
And I'm a Lieutenant?! I got a promotion?! Maybe that's why everything was so weird? Nah, that doesn't make sense at all.
But if Mr. Edgeworth were here... I bet he'd be proud...