[It is now the break of dawn. As the soft sunrays peek meekly from the blinds of the window, scarce streams of consciousness advances upon Edgeworth. His eyes crack open, staring at the ceiling as he indolently scratches his abdomen and tries to recall memories of the day before. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, lifting himself to a sitting position, when - Ah! - he felt a surge of pain in the upper-right section of his head....which promptly reminds him of the wine he had last night. Edgeworth was not much of a drinker, although he did enjoy a glass or two on special occasions, and this headache was a joyous reminder of his relative intolerance to the drink. Oddly enough, he had no recollection of getting into bed. Oh, and Wright was there, wasn't he? Wasn't he acting a little more out-of-place than usual? Did he return to his room? Where did he go? Surely, he wasn't in the chair where he had last recalled him to be.]
...
[He then hears a faint rustle of fabric... ...right beside him.]
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[It is now the break of dawn. As the soft sunrays peek meekly from the blinds of the window, scarce streams of consciousness advances upon Edgeworth. His eyes crack open, staring at the ceiling as he indolently scratches his abdomen and tries to recall memories of the day before. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, lifting himself to a sitting position, when - Ah! - he felt a surge of pain in the upper-right section of his head....which promptly reminds him of the wine he had last night. Edgeworth was not much of a drinker, although he did enjoy a glass or two on special occasions, and this headache was a joyous reminder of his relative intolerance to the drink. Oddly enough, he had no recollection of getting into bed. Oh, and Wright was there, wasn't he? Wasn't he acting a little more out-of-place than usual? Did he return to his room? Where did he go? Surely, he wasn't in the chair where he had last recalled him to be.]
...
[He then hears a faint rustle of fabric...
...right beside him.]
...