I had woken up on the floor again, but this time was very different. I was woken up by a hand lightly slapping my face. I was gagged by some type of cloth and my body was tied by rope, with my hands taped together behind my back. When I opened my eyes I saw Ms. Cammy Meele looking down at me from the foot of a bed. She had both of her feet on my chest to keep me on the ground.

"Hah! You like the taste of sweaty flight attendant socks in your mouth?" she mocked at me. I tried to spit it out but found out that my mouth was also taped. She grabbed the end of the tape and pulled it off. A muffled shout came out of me. I then tried again to spit it out, but Cammy pressed her bare foot on my mouth. She shook her index finger and smiled her lazy smile.

"Keep it in your mouth. It belongs in there." she said before releasing her foot from my mouth. I spit it out and coughed.
"What's the meaning of this?!" I exclaimed.
"What do you mean, 'what's the meaning of this?' " she teased. "Are you telling me that you don't belong down there, under the feet of the true murderer?"
I could not believe my ears. Here I am, at the mercy of Cammy Meele, the murderer. I knew that the possibility of me escaping was less than zero percent. According to her, I should've been dead when she struck me at the shop.

"Do you honestly think I would let anyone find out? You're the only one on this plane who even had a chance of finding out. The best thing to do now is to... get rid of you."
"But why?" I asked. "Why did you need to kill him in the first place?"
"Weeeelll...." she began. "It's pretty similar to your situation. He was snooping around in the cargo and almost found out about the smuggling operations we've been doing here. Sooo.... I pushed him off the stairs then carried his body in one of those hideous luggages that Rhoda designed and brought him up using the elevator."
I sighed. I knew that since we were all on a plane and no one can escape, she would have to place the blame on someone else until we reach the airport. Who better than either me or Rhoda?
I snapped back into my current situation and thought that the least I can do now is stall until we get to the airport. I would then have a slightly better chance, if any, to escape Cammy Meele's clutches.

"I see no point in killing me, Ms. Meele..." I began to reason. "You wouldn't want more blood on your hands, now would you?" She was silent for a tad bit, for my logic seemed to influence her.
"Hmph. You prosecutors...." she began as she smothered me with her toes and the ball of her foot at my mouth. "So you're saying that we're supposed to pretend as if nothing happened? I didn't kill that damn interpol agent or kidnap you? How would I know that once I let you step out of this plane that you wouldn't tell anyone else what I did? Prosecutors and lawyers like you are so obsessed with getting to the truth and bringing justice to us criminals. Oh no no no, Mr. Edgeworth. I'm afraid you're not going anywhere. I'll never let you out of my hands.... and feet. *heh heh heh* "

It was hopeless. It didn't seem like she'll be showing mercy anytime soon. Having my face used as a murderer's foot rag didn't make things any better either. I decided to stick to my original plan to kill time before we arrive at the airport. But who knows how long that would be?