[Being on a train certainly isn't new for Maya. The seats, the sound of the tracks, the scenery rolling by... it's all very familiar. She'd taken the train back home to Kurain Village, and then again to the Detention Center and the offices...

...But, wait. She hadn't boarded the train that morning. She... hadn't boarded the train at all, had she? So why on earth is Maya Fey on a train? It certainly causes a bit of panic. She stands up, moving about the train, only to notice a metal watch fall out of her lap and clatter onto the floor. She picks it up, stands again, and hesitates-- until the train pulls to a stop, knocking her off her feet.]

O-oww... Wait-- where did-- where am I?

[She quickly investigates the train station just outside the now open door, and almost squeals when the train door shuts behind her-- and the train pulls off.]

Oh no. This... this isn't Kurain Village-- this isn't even near Nick's office! Where the heck am I?!

The train station was certainly a little different than what Maya had ever seen.

That was the first clue.

The second clue was probably the watch, or perhaps the first-- but she hadn't been paying much attention to what she'd seen first, anyway. She'd probably picked it up in a daze, out of habit-- and goodness, did her head hurt.

Her first thought had been to wonder if it was maybe the other world, but that thought had quickly fled away. Had it been the other world, surely she wouldn't be in pain, and surely Mia would have been there-- and besides, what would she have died from? And if she had died, well, then Nick--

Nick. He was her second thought. Where was he, and how was he getting on without her? If she'd been kidnapped (which, if she was thinking properly, would have seemed silly; where was anyone else who could have done so?), had he been hurt, too? She had no way to call him, no means of contact. There was only the watch in her pocket-- and when she flipped it open to check the time, there were buttons.

And posters. Posters on the walls-- of course! Those were clearly another clue, and she'd spent quite a while nosing about them before hurriedly trying to get the watch open. The pieces of the puzzle had come together-- not clues as to where she is, but clues as how to contact and communicate.

As soon as she could speak, she asked, "Hello? Hey, can anyone hear me? I need to find Nick-- Phoenix Wright! I need to get back home!"