Adrien looked out on the roofs of Paris, his tail dragging lazily behind him from where he sat on Notre Dame. His Ladybug would be here any minute. Adrien looked towards the Eiffel Tower. Before she disappeared, his mother promised him that they would go to the Eiffel Tower together one day and see the sun rise. A sweet smell filled his nose. Cookies. Adrien swung over to where the delicious smell was coming from. It was Marinette's parents bakery. Adrien made a mental note to come here later. He then crawled up the side of the house to what he knew was Marinette's room. He peaked in. It was exactly how he remembered it. Pink walls, pink chairs by the computer, a fresh batch of croissants by her bed, where Marinette rested, still sick from the flu. Adrien smiled fondly a little and went back to Notre Dame. Maybe Ladybug got sick with the flu. It was flu season after all. Adrien hurried back to his room and let Plagg go to eat his Camembert. Adrien held a picture close to his chest.
I love you Mummy.
