What: An interrogation is interrupted in the
Where: Down at the precinct
Edgeworth couldn't have said what this quake was on the Richter scale. He couldn't have said much of anything at first. Even a minor quake was enough to turn him into a quivering, pathetic pile on the floor; something of this magnitude was enough to leave him all but catatonic.
By the time he started to come back to his senses, the interrogation room had been completely transformed. For starters, it was no longer a room to speak of. Edgeworth was curled up in one corner of a misshapen, cramped chamber that looked more like a cave than the spare room he had 'left' minutes before. The darkness felt tight around him, and his breathing, already far too quick, sped up even further, filling his lungs with thick, dusty air.
"God... Oh God..." The room seemed to smother his words. He pushed himself up on one elbow and raised his voice. "Miller? ...Detective?"