Something wasn't right.
That feeling hung over Marinette as she departed from her taxi, luggage in hand. Her parents didn't seem fazed at all, however. They cheerily lifted their baggage out of the trunk, with Tom, Marinette's father, shutting it when he was done. Sabine gave her daughter a quizzical look.
"Marinette, are you alright?" Sabine asked.
Marinette's eyes darted around her unusually quiet neighborhood.
"Yeah maman, just tired," Marinette reassured her mother, unable to banish her strange mood. "Probably the jetlag."
"I feel it too, honey," Sabine said. "Once we unpack, maybe we can watch a movie together and relax?"
"Did somebody say movie?" came Tom's excited voice. "That sounds like a great idea, especially given all of the excitement we've been through for the past two weeks."
"Actually," Marinette said. "I was thinking about taking a walk after dropping my bags in my room. I need the fresh air."
"That's completely understandable," Tom replied. "Here, I'll take your bags in for you."
"Thanks, papa," Marinette said, handing Tom her luggage.
"But don't be back too late," Sabine chimed in.
Once her parents were out of sight, panic set in. Something wasn't right, a voice in Marinette kept notifying her of it. The streets were eerily abandoned. The cold winter wind gave her chills. Marinette hugged herself for warmth and kept aimlessly walking.
She wanted to call Alya to tell her she was home and ask her what she missed in the past two weeks, but her phone had broken just before the trip. Marinette didn't remember how her phone was broken for some odd reason, though. It was probably one of her clumsy accidents.
Marinette stopped dead in her tracks when she saw all of the signs pasted on the walls. They were on billboards, on trees, everywhere she looked.
Sharp, shining teeth. Menacing smile. Tight leather suit.
The signs all read the same thing.
Wanted: Chat Noir.
Something wasn't right.