After several minutes and several flights of stairs, Miles Edgeworth reached the 12th floor of the Prosecutor's Building. His office, which was where he was heading, was just down the hall. He had just finished a trial and needed to fill out the paperwork.

Miles saw his office door, 1202, and searched through his pockets for the key. Out of nowhere, he heard a scratching noise. He looked around the hallway but didn't see another soul. Curious now, his eyes searched the area to find the source of the noise. He suddenly heard the sound of a door being opened behind him and turned around. He didn't see a person, like he had expected, but a dog. As a matter of fact, a familiar looking dog.

He didn't ponder it for long though. The dog started growling at him, then sprinted towards him.

"Whoa!" Miles said as the dog started chasing him through the hallway. "Hold it! Down, heel, stop, something!"

The dog yapped at him, as if to say "No." This is demented, what am I supposed to do? Miles wondered.

He turned the corner and ran into someone doing the same thing. He heard his forehead collide with someone else's and stepped back.

"Nngh… Hey!" he was suddenly dropkicked from behind, then pushed down to his hands and knees. He felt something sitting on him. Something furry. He looked up a saw a woman, who looked mortified.

"Missile, off!" she said. Missile? Where have I heard that before?

Missile hopped off of his victim and looked up at the woman. She looked down sternly at the dog.

"Bad boy, Missile. Now back to the office," she said, directing him to the open office.

Miles just watched as the dog hung his head and walked into the office. He looked up at the woman and realized he was still on the floor. Miles quickly stood up and smoothed out his jacket. Many questioned ran through his head, but he wasn't sure where to start.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry about that. Missile isn't supposed to be in the hallway, but it looks like he got out," the woman said.

Miles finally found his voice. "I'm fine. So you're a prosecutor?" It wasn't the question he had wanted to ask.

"Yes, I became a prosecutor here recently. I worked in another district before, however. That was my office Missile just walked into, you know."

Miles detected sarcasm in that last sentence, but he ignored it. "I thought dogs weren't supposed to be in the building at all."

"Oh, Missile is a police dog in training. So the Chief said it was okay as long as he stayed in my office."

"Police dog… by any chance, do you know a detective named Gumshoe?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact we're both training Missile."

"I've met Missile before, I thought his training was complete," The more questions I asked, the more questions I get.

"The Police Department recently deemed his training insufficient. Apparently all he could ever find were hot dogs, of all things. Makes sense though, Detective Gumshoe only used hot dogs to train him."

That sounds like the detective. "So why is he here?"

"Detective Gumshoe's apartment has a strict "no pets" policy. He didn't know that when he first trained Missile, though."

Miles crossed his arms. "I see. Something is still bothering me, though. How did Missile get out of your office?"

"I must have left the door unlocked. He knows how to open doors, you see."

"And attack people."

"He is a police dog. He must have gotten excited when he got out of the office. We're still working on discipline."

"I can see that."

"Let's not forget you rammed into me earlier."

"Because your dog was chasing me."

"Yes, I heard you screaming. Did you really think those words would have any effect, even if they were the right commands? You were encouraging him by running. He must have thought you were playing."

"Well I wasn't…" he searched for her name, but realized he had no idea who this woman was.

"Maria Coldstare, I could tell you were trying to think of my name."

"Miles Edgeworth."

Maria Coldstare had long, brunette hair and half-rimmed glasses. She wore a black business suit and a white neckerchief. On it was her prosecutor's badge, which surprised Miles. He had never seen a prosecutor actually wear that badge. In her right hand was a book.

"I should close that door before Missile walks out again. Nice meeting you, Mr. Edgeworth," Maria turned and walked to her office.

"Hmph," Miles said.

"Pardon me?" Maria said, turning her head to face Miles.

"Nothing, I just realized your office is right next to mine."

"Is that so? Interesting."

With that, she stepped into her office and closed the door.