"Deep breaths, Edgeworth, deep breaths."Edgeworth chanted repeatedly. His eyes were clenched shut and he could feel the shudder of his chest every time he released an intake of breath. After a few moments of deep breathing exercises, he slowly opened his eyes which revealed a big pair of metal doors in front of him. Above those doors was an electronic signboard that read the current floor number that he was on. He was about to walk over to the doors when he heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Mr. Edgeworth, are you sure that you want to do this?" A disembodied voice asked. Edgeworth turned around to face the owner of the voice who turned out to be his assistant, Kay Faraday. She gazed at him concerned, "There's a stairwell nearby that we can take instead!" She commented, gesturing to the left with her thumb.

Edgeworth pondered Kay's words, and indeed, there was a part of him that wanted to reconsider this plan of his; to go along with Kay's idea and take the stairs like he normally did. However, Edgeworth knew that he couldn't let his childhood trauma rule over him forever. The gray-haired prosecutor had managed to come this far; he couldn't just simply turn back now. After a few moments of deliberation, Edgeworth took in a sharp breath and shook his head.

"It'll be fine, Kay. This is something that I need to do for myself." Edgeworth said slowly, trying to pick his words carefully. His assistant silently nodded, and her face softened. She walked towards him with an encouraging smile on her face.

"Well, if you're sure about this, then let's go in together." She insisted. Edgeworth offered her a look of silent gratitude and nodded in affirmation. Kay pressed the elevator doors open and Edgeworth walked in, with her following close behind.

Edgeworth gulped nervously as the doors shut. He was fine for a few moments but as the elevator started to move, his head swelled over with memories of that horrid event in which his father was killed to the point of dizziness.

The lack of oxygen.

The gun he threw in an attempt to save his own father.

That loud, bone-chilling scream that haunted his dreams for years.

Edgeworth's heart was pounding rapidly, and his throat started to clamp up as if he were losing oxygen. It was as if he was back there in that nightmarish, unmoving elevator. He tried to take some deep breaths like he did earlier in an attempt to calm himself down, but they came out erratically. His vision became blurry as if he were about to faint.

I should've taken the stairs! He scolded himself as he clutched his arm in discomfort.

"Mr. Edgeworth?" Kay called from behind. Edgeworth was broken out of his horrid thoughts by the sudden action of a soft, gentle hand slipping into his own and clasping it tightly.

"You're ok, Mr. Edgeworth." Kay reassured softly, "You're not in danger. Everything is going to be ok." Although Edgeworth still felt afraid, he was grateful for his young assistant's presence and was comforted by her words.

And when the elevator dinged and opened, the duo walked out hand-in-hand.