It was now summer vacation, which meant that Phoenix had a lot of time to kill. And now that he had time to kill, he found himself a bit more lonely lately. Edgeworth had finally returned home, and while Phoenix was used to him coming and going from his life, it wasn't always easy. Especially when he didn't have the company of Maya. But he wasn't alone here. There were friends, and he had his very own Pokemon, something that still astonished him.

So he could be found a lot in his room, perhaps playing World of Warlords or watching The O RLY Factor on his television. (No, this particular show was not politically charged, thank you. Or if it was, at least Phoenix still remained mostly politically neutral.)

But he also spent time in the library researching more on this subject of Pokemon training. He made a commitment and he wanted to be a good trainer. (But seriously? They sent ten-year-old kids out there completely unarmed to go and catch wild animals? Why...?) And of course, he researched gardevoirs and Pokemon contests, since he figured that was going to be a much larger part of his life now.

And then he researched this whole drug problem. He felt he was getting closer to figuring it out, but... Ugh, why was this so hard?