For as long as he could remember, he want to help others and be a focused light in a whole lot of darkness, armed with only information and the laws. For awhile, he believed Matt wanted the same thing but certain revelations led him to see his once best friend wanted to cling to an actual fight, outside of the perimeter they set during college. It landed a mighty blow to him belief system and more than a few doubts were swirling around in his mind. What if he couldn't do this without Matt? The other guy possessed a charm and charisma he never would.

Shaking his head of the thoughts, Foggy looked down at the files spread out on his first case with his new law firm. Everything had to be perfect or things would crash and burn in an even worse way. Unlike Matt, he actually needed paying clients with money and not fruit compensation.

Gathering the files, he walked into the interrogation room. The guy looked calm enough, thankfully not hysterical or as 'I'll eat you for dinner' as Frank. He could do this. No big deal. Even with how much evidence the guy had against him. "Mr. Spencer. I'm Foggy Nelson and I'm going to be the attorney working on your case," he greeted, sitting down in the chair across from him, spreading out his things. The yellow legal pad sat on top of the pile filled with scribbles, a pen at the ready to jot down more. "Before we get into this - how about you tell me what happened."