So far so good. The nightmare continued with the treatment for a few more moments, almost reluctant to end it so soon when his partner looked so at peace. But he had to stop, only briefly, to move up the bed a little further and grab an old scarf he'd left handing off the other side of the headboard.

He looped it around a spoke in the headboard, felt the fabric snag on a bit of barbed wire. And quickly, with practiced movements pulled only from memory, both of Edgeworth's wrists were wrapped, bound together, and the scarf firmly tightened down.

Even with those ever present shades in the way, it was hard to miss the expectant look on his face when he finally settled back.