Sophie's POV

I creep around the building, knowing that the Black Swan is in there. I hadn't meant to hear them. They had been talking while I was trying to reach out to Silveny. I heard a voice, whose I didn't know. All I knew was that I saw the picture that flashed through the person's mind as the Black Swan discussed the location of their next meeting. And, thanks my photographic memory, I was able to recall every little detail, so I took advantage of this opportunity and teleported to the meeting place, when the time came for their own arrival. And so, here I am, crawling through mud, just to learn some information. I come across a window that has light shining through it. I tuck myself into a bush that is just below the small opening, and listen.

"What do you mean she's gone?!" I would recognize that voice anywhere—after all, I had heard it all my life. And Mr. Forkle did not sound happy.

"We needed her! I told Sophie she could come to know her mother some day. How can she do that if the woman is nowhere to be found?"

"Calm down. We'll find her, trust me. Emilie can be found; we just need to reach out to one of our human-dwelling members. They can question Mr. Agreste, ask him if he has heard anything." That voice. It was the voice of Edaline's sister, Dex's mom.

"Are you forgetting that Gabriel Agreste is under the impression that his wife has been long gone for the past two years?" Mr. Forkle says, with a frustrated sigh. "He wouldn't know a thing. We'll have to find Emilie Agreste on our own. Mention nothing to Sophie—she is not ready to meet her mother, let alone know she is missing."

Emilie Agreste. Emilie Agreste. Emilie Agreste. The name bounced around my head. That was the name of my mother. My real mother. The words 'real mother' felt sour on my tongue. Edaline has been so good to me. But I had to know, and when you mix a name and the Internet, you get answers.

Once back home, I get out my IPod and search for Emilie Agreste. And the first result is an article from 2016.

Emilie Agreste, wife of well-known fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste, has gone missing. Police of Paris are searching every inch of the fine city in hopes of finding this poor woman.

Although the article is in French, thanks to my Polygot skills, I can read it. And one word sticks out in my mind. Paris.

Author's POV with Marinette

Riiiiiiinnnnnggggg*

Marinette jolts awake. Sleepy-eyed and clumsier than ever, she reaches for her phone, only to fall out of her bed.

"Mmmmmmmm," she grunts.

"Marinette! Marinette! You have school—you need to get up." Tikki says

Once she has woken up a bit more, and with a bit more persuasion from Tikki, Marinette gets up. She goes through the motions of getting ready for school. And before she knows it, she's heading to school.

"Bye, sweetie!"

"Bye Mama, bye Papa!"

Meanwhile, with Sophie...

"C'mon Foster! You've gotta let me go!"

"Oh ok, you can go."

"Really!?"

"NO!"

Sophie was at her house, packing a small bag. If Paris was where Emilie Agreste was last seen, that was where she was going. And a certain blond headed elf was not going to stop bugging her.

"Awww. Coooommmmme ooooonnnn! Just let me go, I can blend in."

"Ha! Please, you would attract all the girls with you looking like..." Sophie motioned to Keefe's face "that."

"Are you saying I'm hot Foster?"

She glared at him.

"Okay, okay, okay. Down girl, down."

"Keefe, you know I can't let you come, it's—"

"It's for your own safety, blah blah blah. Don't try to pull that with me. Besides if you don't let me go, I'll tell Grady."

She stopped mid step. Her father couldn't find out, if he did she would never get the chance to find Emilie Agreste. And as much as she hated to admit it, she probably could use the help of an empath, soooooooo...

"Fine you can go!"

"Yay!!" Keefe jumped up and down like a little kid.

"At least try to be normal."

"Oh, you hurt me Foster." He puts his hand over his heart "oh, and why are you wearing... that."

" They're my old human clothes, though they are a little snug."

We use our levitating skills to descend out the window, and head to the cliff.

Once we get there, Keefe and I clasp hands and count to three.

"Ready? One, two... three!"

We jump of the edge of the cliff. With a loud BOOM! the Void opens, and we land in complete darkness.

With Adrien in his room...

"I don't know Plagg. I think learning each others identities would make it easier to work together." Adrien says as he combs his hair in his bathroom.

"Riiiiigghhhttt. Keep telling yourself that."

Plagg makes his way to the TV and turns it on. And what he sees is not the best thing to wake up to.

"Uh, Kid, you might wanna come look at this."

Soon, Adrien is right next to Plagg on the sofa. What he sees on the TV is another akuma.

"Well, I guess I'll have to come up with another excuse for being late..." Adrien says with a sigh "Plagg, CLAWS OUT!"

With Marinette...

Screams erupt from outside. Marinette face palms.

"Mrs. Bustier? May I use the restroom?"

Without waiting for a response, Marinette dashes for he ladies room. And opens her purse.

"Time to transform! Tikki, SPOTS ON!"

Ladybug gracefully makes her way to the Eiffel Tower. And when she arrives, she realizes Chat Noir is already there.

"Well hello the M'lady. How are y—"

That's when the sky opens and two teenagers fall at their feet.

Sophie and Keefe lay sprawled on top of one another.

"You know Foster, you need to work on those landings."

Keefe says as he rises with a grunt.

"You try transporting yourself and another to a whole other world!"

At that time, Sophie and Keefe have their backs turned to the baffled Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"Well, maybe if I—"

"Ahem."

Sophie jumps at the sound and turns around to see two people in the most ridiculous costumes she has ever seen.

"Oh, hello. My name is Sophie, and this is Keefe. I've come here in search of a woman named Emilie Agreste."

What did you think? If you are lost that probably means that you have never read Keeper of the lost Cities, or never watched Miraculous Ladybug. But other than that please leave thoughts in the comments.