Has anyone seen Hybrid? She's about average height, kind of young...and she has wings. She was my sister, and I haven't seen or heard from her since before the fire.

Any information you have would be appreciated.

Serenity? This is Truth. When you have a moment, could you see me at Wellspring Island?

((OOC: It's quicklog time, bb~))

So I guess I'm not the only one with an animal following me around. I thought he was just a stray puppy at first...but then he started talking. That's not normal for around here. At least, Diego's never catcalled any of the women in the marketplace and tried sticking his nose up her skirt.

...I think I'm going to need a very, very short leash.

((OOC: Truth has a puppy following him around with the personality of Larry Butz! If you are female, feel free to have been nearly assaulted by the puppy at some point until Truth gets his hands on some rope or something.))

We're recovering from the fire, still. There are still a few patients in critical condition, but I've been processing discharge papers all day and putting files on Justice's desk to be re-filed. We can't say that the fire won't leave its scars, but no matter what, life goes on. We rebuild. We adapt.

There are times like this that it's almost surprising how a community can come together - how we can all band together or one common cause and make sure that life goes on. This is more than just people working to make sure that what has to get done does- this is people working together for the better of the whole.

Thank you, everyone. It's been a hard road thus far, and I know that it won't get easier for a while...but if we can all just hold together, we'll get through this.

I have faith in everyone- I believe that we can do this together, because there is no other way that it can be done.

-Truth

Bastet, do you have a couple of minutes? I just wanted to ask you a few things. Drop by my place?

-Truth

If anyone needs me, I'll be down in the wilderness. It's...a city. Or part of one, I think. It doesn't seem like a whole city, for some reason.

Justice? Spirit? Medium? Guilty? You guys might want to get down here. I want to see something.

((OOC: Hiatus end! I could probably go for more of one, but we'll see.))

"you do not exist"?

[The above is scratched out]

Medium, I'm coming over.

My name is Phoenix Wright.

I have been here for nearly a year now, and I have learned many things. I have made many friends, and I have lost almost as many. I've learned many things while being here, most of all that I've learned how fragile life is- even my own.

When I first came here, I took the name "Truth", and that's the name that everyone knows me by. I have to wonder why we're stripped of our names and why it takes so much for us to get them back. What is so important about our memories other than they make us who we are and why...why does this place have to take them from us?

We've been though a lot together, and I can honestly say that I can't think of many other people that I would rather have gone through all of it with. You've all been right here by my side- some of you longer than others, and I just want to thank you for that. Thank you for being there for me when things got tough, and for being there for Justice and Kazahana when I died.

It still sounds so strange to write out those words, like they're some sort of fact that hasn't and won't ever register with me. It's just surreal, that death and life both end and start in the same place here, and that they happen so frequently. It's almost like we don't have a chance to mourn before someone is back, and we have to carry on life as normal. ...if they do come back, that is. There have been plenty of people that we have lost, and I know that with each passing day it might get easier to live without them, but it will never change the impression they left on us while they were here. They will always be remembered.

It's up to us to live here, to find out the secrets that this place seems so determined to hide, and discover what else there is to learn about each other. It's only through friendship that we can overcome the obstacles this place throws at us and find out the answer to that eternal question-

"Why are we here?"

My name is Phoenix Wright, and I'm just hoping that whatever these journals are...that something of this lives on even after I've left this place.