This constant anarchy is unsettling. It is strange not having file papers, or read reports, or face my opponents in court.

In a way, it is uplifting to know that my past and trial record are meaningless here. But on the other hand, I find myself with too much time on my hands. It's been over two days since I last yelled "Objection", and...I'm truly not sure how I feel about that at all.

I can't get a signal with my cell phone. I should have switched to Virgin Mobile when I had the chance. -sighs-

WRIGHT! Does your phone get any reception out here? Any at all? I don't want any more rumors starting, concerning my unexcused absence. And with my car in the parking lot overnight...hoodlums might break into it. I'd rather not have to get it repaired again. What will my mechanic say?


Well, let me know. Perhaps you've had more luck contacting our...acquaintances, er, co-workers...than I have.


On the more positive side, I must say, those I have been introduced to here so far seem extremely hospitable, and for that I am grateful. Should you know of anything I can assist you with, please let me know.

...I don't know what to say. I woke up, rather uncomfortably I might add, and here I am, somewhere rather far away from my office. I've never seen a place like this before.

I might as well log my last moments in case of death, hopefully someone will come upon them. I'm sure Mr. Gumshoe, as well as my superiors, deserve to know what happened to me. And a personal journal is as decisive evidence as any, I hope.

Perhaps I'm being too pessimistic...? Or perhaps I'm already dead and this is some sort of cruel afterlife. I suppose I shouldn't have expected a prosecutor as ruthless as myself to get into heaven.

I don't remember much, my last conscious moments were spent processing some evidence. I remember there was a gun, and some DNA samples I needed to send to the lab. Whoever is called upon to take over my position, I hope is competent enough to gather what I left for them. Then...I must have fallen asleep, I was tired. It had been a long day. There were some briefings for the case, and the defense was harassing us for autopsy reports, as if assuming we deal with matters to THEIR liking, in the order they choose...

Well, I have...complained enough about trifle matters. Wherever I am now, my past will hopefully be irrelevant. I wonder if I'll come into contact with anyone else nearby, I should go look around and explore, gather my bearings.

Hopefully the politics here will be much less frustrating than those of the police force.