Phoenix listened with growing concern and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was obvious there had been some sort of attack, but hearing Edgeworth say it, seeing the way it had shaken the man--it was something else entirely. His stomach then sank as it dawned on him that, if Edgeworth thought it'd been just twenty-four hours since all of this happened, it could have meant he'd been left unconscious for up to three days. Three days.

"Geez," he breathed. Leaning back in his seat, he ran a hand through his hair as questions of who and what and why ran through his mind, but all he could do was shake his head. His gaze fell to the table, dumbfounded and horrified. "I don't know what to say, I just... God, Edgeworth..."