Moving to her bed, Marinette heard another song from all around. The sound of anger and hate echoed in her head and she felt the anguish that coursed through each word and each note. Hatred poured into her with each word and the sheer amount of anger that filled her thoughts kept her from sleeping.
When the swell of music finally began falling, Marinette could sense more sadness than anger.
The song ended abruptly and Marinette strained to hear any sound from the mysterious voice that now haunted her.
The voice returned with a deep melody of a lullaby that Marinette could have sworn was coming from much closer than the previous songs. Marinette wanted to sleep, but the thought of her poor phantom being so close forced her to relinquish her warm bed and walk across her room. As she approached her wardrobe she grew more sure that the voice was directly behind it.
Marinette moved the wardrobe silently and kneeled in front of the locked door.
Placing her hand on the cold metal, Marinette leaned forward and whispered to the spirit that had lingered with her. She imagined the figure of the pale phantom that had shown such kindness to her and who had never abandoned his sorrow.
"Bonne nuit, my phantom cat,"
There was no response from the other side of the door other than the rustling of hair and a few quiet sobs. Marinette stayed kneeling at the door until she could hear faint footsteps going down the long corridor.
Marinette could feel herself slipping into sleep and did nothing to prevent it. She laid her head against the cool door and drifted off.