"Mr. Pierce! I thought you were a quiet, well-behaved patient. You've been so cooperative so far. It was a shame we had to give you something to calm you down."

The nurse sighed as she and an orderly escorted Edgeworth from the chapel to a seat across from Adelheid's, then set a plate of food and a steaming mug of tea in front of him. "I'm going to put you over here with Mr. Haushofer. Now don't go scaring him with talk of demons and death. And I certainly don't want to hear any more threats from you towards any of the staff members."

The prosecutor was too dazed from the sedatives he'd been injected with to argue that she had gotten it wrong, that it was a nickname, that there weren't actually demons. He weakly tried to protest about being put with another patient - he didn't want that - but the nurse was having none of it.

He recognized the person he'd been seated with - Adelheid, who was Wright's friend, and now, he supposed, an ally of his own, if not a friend quite yet - and then tried speaking, his voice coming out tired. Without so much as a greeting, he said, "I said this on the bulletin board, but. Don't think you didn't do anything last night."