Ema felt her jaw drop at Lana's reaction. I'm not on trial... Lana had no idea what Ema was talking about. It was exactly as Chekov had said was true of his group--the two of them had been taken from different times. Still, enough of Ema was in denial that such a time paradox was possible that she felt the need to press further. "You are on trial, back home! You plead guilty to the murder of Detective Goodman and I got Phoenix Wright to defend you because Mia Fey wasn't anywhere to be found and... and..." And it involves Joe Darke somehow, Ema found herself unable to say.

"You're the one who insisted that you're guilty, even though I know you're not. Which is why Mr. Wright and I are defending you." Maybe there would be some sort of recognition, some realization that of course Ema meant something outside of the Institute. More likely, if the knot in her stomach was any indication, Lana would be further confused and frustrated by the answer.

"But... but I got upset and I ran off and... I woke up here, in these clothes, being lead around by nurses who are convinced that my name is Marie Franklin when it's light and being chased by monsters when it's dark and... and..." Ema was trembling by now. She wanted to run, either into her sister's arms or far, far away so she can hide and wait for this to go away.