Three months. Three months had passed and much has changed. An Akuma attack during the Christmas of last year changed a lot of things.

The cold air nipped at Paris. Spring had just begun, so it would take a while for warmer weather to arrive. The roads were as busy as usual but peaceful despite all of the noise. Hawkmoth hadn't been attacking the city as often, which was more worrying than if he were. Maybe two recurring superheroes that started making more appearances to fights caused it. He would need some time to plan how to handle them.

It was always a gamble if they would show or bot. One could occasionally spot a bronze eagle gliding in the dark, cloudy sky. Aquila still preferred to remain hidden, but it put him further into the spotlight in the Ladyblog and the news channel. Everyone wanted to see who could spot him first before the day ended. Ladybug and Chat Noir were still favorites, but the bird had gained his own fanbase simply by being a mystery.

A wolf sighting soon after Christmaster gained a lot more attention for the first few weeks. So many interviews and questions that had to be turned down before the five minutes ran out. Her face stayed on the front page of websites for weeks, challenging Ladybug's popularity for a short time. The wolf became older news with each Akuma attack, but reporters would still chase her for a few questions when they saw her.

Akuma patrols were more leisurely with four pairs of eyes throughout the city. The wolf spent her night making a few simple rounds. She mainly checked the places her Parisian friends would constantly visit after school. She couldn't visit those places with her mask off or the might spot her. Coming up with a reason why she moved away, then suddenly returned would be tricky to make believable.

She sighed, absorbing all of the colors and sounds at the coffee shop. She always loved the snacks there. Arden could never get her hooked on caffeine though.

Sitting down and legs swinging back and forth over the roof, Lune pressed the green Fenton Phone in her ear to talk. "Everything is clear. Thanks for letting me borrow the wormhole again."

"No problem." Sam responded, "We'll get everything running."

"Great. Just put it where I came in from."

The call stopped. The earpieces had static for a few seconds before buzzing out. Lune still needed to work in Amity if Kaetlyn were to arrive home in time for food. Now not only did they live dual lives but in two places thousands of miles apart.

The wormhole made everything easier. Give it specific enough coordinates and you can go anywhere on Earth. Anywhere on land at least. Amity would otherwise flood.

Lune took in a few more seconds of the shop. People with night jobs came to stay awake for a while longer, students stayed to finish studying or complete projects. The life of a college student seemed...restless.

She stood up, only a silhouette with warm golden lights behind her. The sky had nothing but clouds. You could only tell they were clouds by the way the moonlight shined through them.

No one saw the wolf casually make their way to a quieter part of the city. It could only get so peaceful in a tourist's city, but no one would notice a glowing green hole in the wall of a building here.

However, she still took extra precautions. She dipped into an alleyway, scanning the area and listening for anything suspicious. Everything seemed fine.

"Turn it on." She said over the earpiece. Soon enough, a green dot popped out from the brick wall. The fizzing sound coming from it slowly grew louder as it grew larger into a tall oval fit for a person.

Lune walked through, the crisp night air becoming rusted as she exited the packed and luxurious city and entered an old garage in a less well-kept part of Amity Park. It was the only place her friends could safely keep the wormhole without giving her any hints on Danny Phantom's secret identity. A complex mess of alter egos they were all tangled in.

Sam dragged a large tarp across the floor and threw it over a large machine. So many buttons and dials. Lune still had difficulty believing she and her friends built it. They had the Ghost Zone portal for inspiration. The blueprints for it also helped.

"How was it in Paris again?" Sam asked as she moved old boxes to conceal the lump under the tarp. An old and abandoned place still left risk for some strangers to stumble upon it and either break it or steal it.

They couldn't constantly move the machine back and forth every time Lune wanted to visit Paris, and it took too much power to make a wormhole without the generator Tucker somehow got running -He amplified it too- It had to be used for emergencies, but occasionally they could afford using some juice.

Lune took a deep breath in, already missing the unique smell of the city of lights and love. "It felt nice to be back." She answered Sam's question. If only Kaetlyn could go there and visit as a tourist. Not a student or a hero.

Sam clapped the dust off of her hands and walked to the garage door. Lune saw this and followed her. They said their goodbyes and the wolf went home while the goth locked up.

Amity had fewer people, but Lune knew more of them. Nice and quiet with less distractions and more time to binge-watch classics. That's what she felt like doing. In Paris, she would be asleep already. Though Amity still had a few more hours before bed. She could fit in a movie or two.

Lune stopped ways before reaching her home. She found a place to hide before saying the magic words, "Moon set." White light traveled down her body and replaced the wolf with a sophomore girl in jeans and a blue jacket. A little white kwami flew out of the bracelet around the girl's wrist.

"I'm hungry!" The kwami groaned.

"I never used my howl, Lunna." The girl said. She sighed, "But I'll get you something for dinner."

Lunna grinned, ears perking up. She hid inside of the girl's hood as she made her way to her house. The downstairs lights were still on and the smell of spaghetti escaped through the cracks of the front door. The girl unlocked it and announced her arrival.

"Just in time, Kaetlyn! I was about to call you." Her father said as he finished up at the stove. Two empty bowls were already set on the table.

"Where's Mom?"

"Sleeping. They wanted her in early for work tomorrow."

Kaetlyn nodded then took her bowl from the table and walked to the stove. Lunna flew upstairs to the girl's bedroom, phasing through the ceiling to get there. Her dad didn't notice.

"What are we watching tonight?" He asked. Kaetlyn started listing off movies on her watch list. Her dad would cross off the ones Mom wanted to watch too. It kept going back and forth while she filled her bowl with freshly cooked pasta. She walked to the table and took her seat. It took a few more minutes to settle on a movie they haven't finished yet. Her dad set it up and let it play while he prepared his serving for dinner.

Halfway through her meal, Kaetlyn's phone buzzed with texts. Reid wanted to talk. She didn't have time for a conversation, but a simple reply wouldn't hurt.

She pressed "send" and Reid immediately responded.

"Eating dinner. I'll see you at school." She had said.

"Good! Miss you already!" He texted back.

Kaetlyn would have set her phone down afterward if a notification from her news app didn't pop up. She checked it instantly. It brought her to a page with a dark and blurry picture of some figure flying above city buildings in Paris. The article speculated if it was an Akuma, but Lune dealt with this figure before. He was no Akuma. Akumas were living people.

This figure had a wild mohawk and a tail replacing his legs. The man infuriated Lune with just a thought. He vanished last time she fought him, but she never suspected he would have time to fly to Paris.

"I'm full." Kaetlyn excused herself and took her bowl to the sink, then hurrying upstairs.

"Aren't we going to finish-"

"I just remembered about a science test tomorrow. I should study!" Kaetlyn hurried down the hall and into her bedroom.

She yelled, "Big problem!" Then remembered her mom was sleeping and used a quieter tone, "Graves somehow got to Paris. We're going back there now."

Lunna didn't question anything. Funny since she usually had some sarcastic remark. She would have at least asked about food. Kaetlyn would question it later. She opened the window and climbed out, sitting on the windowsill. She took a deep breath and made her way down. Not too gracefully, but she didn't get hurt.

She briskly walked down the sidewalk to get away from windows. Then she transformed and Lune hurried to the garage. She had a key on her and unlocked the door. That awful rusted scent returned.

She shoved the boxes out of the way and pulled the tarp off. Lune ran around the garage, closing the door, turning on an old flashlight, powering the machine, and setting coordinates.

The dials didn't reach any danger zones and all of the buttons worked. The machine lit up and hummed. The satellite dish spun around for a few seconds before picking a wall. A green laser shot out and started growing on the stone. The light grew into an oval big enough for Lune. She walked through and entered an abandoned warehouse in Paris, the rusty smell turning into a dusty smell.

No one should be coming to the building, especially at midnight. Small conveniences from different time zones. Lune still did her best to hide the wormhole. No one could shut it off for her, so it would have to stay on until Graves was dealt with.

Once she hid the wormhole, Lune rushed off to find Michael Graves. He could have made it across the city during the time it took to arrive, but the article's photo was all that was offered as a lead.

She searched the area, and when she couldn't find him, she kept checking the article for any other clues. It had nothing. Only the picture and speculations. Lune continued through Paris, using her heightened hearing to listen for him. It took a few minutes before she heard something in the sky. Graves could be flying around.

She looked up, confused at first, but then realized Aquila flew towards her. He landed on the rooftop she stood on, his large metal wings folding behind his back. His hero's suit stood out compared to the others.

"It's been a while since I've seen you." He said with an uninterested tone.

"It's been a while since an Akuma attack. I'm on patrol." She replied in French.

"Why not wait until morning?"

Ghosts weren't common in Paris. Amity might be the only place that suffers from them unless Graves decides to live his afterlife in the city.

"I...might have found someone."

"An Akuma?"

"Not really" Then Lune realized how late it was in Paris. "Wait, why are you up?"

Aquila shrugged, glancing away for a moment, "I couldn't sleep."

"Then can you help me? I can't find Graves."

The bird activated his special ability. His eyes glowed goldenly and he looked around from the rooftop. "What am I looking for?" He asked. She didn't expect him to be so compliant.

"College student with a mohawk. Decades-old fashion sense. He can fly too."

"A weird name for a weird person." He murmured. He looked around some more, walking along the edge of the roof. Lune had to wait in the middle to stay out of his way.

She tapped her bandaged toes on the concrete ground. Her arms were also bandaged. She sometimes missed her white suit in its former glory. Ever since her miraculous lost one of the five purple jewels on it, her suit became tattered and less hero-like. Lunna said she didn't know where the fifth jewel vanished to, but something had to have happened to it to be damaged.

"Uhm, I saw someone phase through a cinéma wall…" Aquila's words pulled Lune from her thoughts. She walked towards him and had to squint to see Cinema le Sorbonne in the distance. The same movie theater Kaetlyn and her friends would visit when they had the money.

In an instant, Lune roof-hopped her way to the cinema.

"Slow down!" She heard Aquila shout, but she ignored him. The sooner she could beat Graves the easier it would be to leave Paris out of the whole ghosthunting craze.

Lune made it to the cinema. All of the lights were out and she couldn't see anyone through the dark glass. She tried opening the door.

"Locked…" Maybe she could break in? Ladybug wouldn't be there to clean up any mess and Lune had no idea how to lockpick. Would an employee have irresponsibly left a backdoor unlocked?

The sound of a door shaking caught her attention. "Hey! What're you doing?

Aquila had caught up to her and opened the door with no problem. "I'm opening the door." He said way too casually, then walked in without another word. Lune would have asked where he learned to lockpick while following him inside if a second man's voice didn't speak first.

"Hello, Mister and Misses! What y'all be havin' with your movie? Popcorn? Coke?" A man with purple skin and a mohawk stood behind a cash register. Some of his words came out purely southern without warning. The sudden accent change was always a shock.

"Shift's over. Go home." She said, incensed. Her heart raced with anger. Her eyebrows furrowed

She pulled out her Fenton Thermos; the only thing that could capture Graves and throw him back into the Ghost Zone.

"I'm workin' overtime. Need to save up." Graves continued with his improv with a crooked grin.

"Cut it out and go back to the Ghost Zone already!"

"Ghost Zone?" Aquila questioned. Lune didn't have time to explain anything to him. She gripped the thermos tighter and took a step closer.

"Nah, Paris' funner. More things to do here." Graves dropped to the carpeted ground when a teal laser fired at him from the thermos. He looked back where it hit far off from the cash register and laughed, "I think you gotten worse since our last fight"

Lune growled. Aquila jumped in front of her then plucked one of his metal feathers and shot at Graves with his bow and arrow. It missed too.

"You're an amateur with that aim. You're worse than the wolf!"

"This guy knows how to be annoying," Aquila grumbled.

Lune scoffed, "He's aware of that."

Graves stood up and walked to a countertop. He bent down and dug through the candy they had on display. He took two bags and held them up for the heroes to see. "Chocolate or gummies? I think gummies go best with an action movie." When he got no satisfying reaction in return, he ducked down and popped back up to throw something at them. Aquila used one of his wings to block. Lune jumped back and covered her face.

They eased up when Graves started guffawing. Lune huffed and clenched her fists. She stomped toward him. He smirked and became intangible, then zipped towards the theaters with his ghost tail. The heroes chased him.

"Where is he?"

"He just ran in here." Aquila opened one of the theater doors and waited for Lune to catch up before walking inside. "There's not a lot of places to hide so this should be quick."

They walked down each line of chairs. They were cleaner than an American theater, which Lune adored the most about France.

"Lune, the projection booth!"

She turned around and saw smoke spilling out of the back wall. Some of it gathered and formed a loose image of Graves, who stuck his tongue out to mock her. She growled and lunged at him. A chair then caught her foot and tripped her. Graves laughed as the image dispersed and the smoke cloud traveled up and through the vents. Lune listened carefully.

"I can hear him. Follow me!"

Aquila did so outside of the theater and back to the front of the cinema. Smoke burst through the vent and gave them a coughing fit. It traveled further down and recreated the loose image of Graves.

"I got him." Aquila took another feather and loaded on his bow. He fired and the arrow went straight through the image, dispersing it, but it recollected again.

"Your magic arrows don't work on me. I shoulda told ya. Oops." His smirk stretched into a scowl, "I'm still mad ya tried that though."

The smoke flew toward Aquila and formed into a tangible Graves that kicked his abdomen.

"OOF!" Aquila flew backward through the front door he unlocked. Lune took this time to sneak past Graves and some unpopped popcorn kernels. She loaded them in a straw and started firing at him.

"Ow! Those things get everywhere! I'll have to work even later to clean!"

"You don't work here!"

Graves flew off. Lune dropped the straw and chased him. She saw him phase through an upcoming door and swung it open when she reached it. Inside looked to be the storage room full of snacks and plastic cups and straws. She turned on the light and cautiously walked inside. He could be invisible right in front of her.

A deep glugging sound came from her side. She took another step forward and yipped as she fell. She lifted herself up and instantly recognized the smell.

"If you were any better you wouldn't have made a fool of yourself." The southern accent came out as he floated around the air on his back. Lune had fallen in a pool of popcorn butter. The stench would stay for days...

Graves cackled, spinning in the air while Lune struggled to keep her balance. "Woah!" He shouted. A spotted yoyo almost hit him. Ladybug jumped in front of Lune and spun it in circles.

"Butter goes good with popcorn, but too much can be unhealthy." She said.

Then Chat Noir landed beside her and added, "It doesn't hurt to splurge from time to time." He relaxed his stance and leaned towards her, "Maybe we can see a Mewsical later?"

"We need to beat this Akuma first, Kitty."

Aquila came and helped Lune up. "I thought we could use some help." He whispered to her. She thanked him quietly then turned to Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"Graves isn't an Akuma. I know it's hard to believe but he's...a ghost?"

"Excuse my French. I failed Spanish in school instead." Graves said with a horrible French accent as if to prove his claim.

"A ghost?" Ladybug asked.

"So he's dead? That's cool! How does he do that?" Chat now bounced with energy. At least one person took the idea of an afterlife well.

"Help me trap him. I can do the rest." Lune said.

Ladybug nodded and activated her lucky charm. A flash of red light and something fell into her hands. "A handheld vacuum?"

"I don't feel like being on cleaning duty," Aquila commented. His lack of a dynamic tone made it hard to tell if he was joking or not.

Graves now sat on top of boxes full of bags of popcorn kernels, getting everyone's attention by shouting, "Yer gonna have to. Someone spilled popcorn all over!" He then flew up and kicked the boxes down with his heavy boots. All the bags had been opened and rained kernels in the storage room.

"Watch out!" Aquila jumped in front of the other three heroes and stretched out his wings. Pounds of kernels buried them, silence filling the room. First, Ladybug's head popped out, then the other three followed.

"Figured out anything yet, M'lady?" Chat asked while Aquila started pulling each ally from the kernels.

"I'm still thinking…"

"I can buy some time." Lune offered. Aquila picked her up and let go so she could stand on solid-enough ground. "Midnight Howl!" She yelled. Power surged and collected in her gut, then traveled up her throat. She opened her mouth and let out a deafening howl. Graves used enough strength to not fly into the wall, but the wave of popcorn that the howl created towered over him and crashed down on him. His intangible head popped out from the kernels and showed an enraged expression.

"Yeah, you wanna fight?!" Lune challenged.

"I got this!" Chat ran past her and used his metal staff to fight Graves instead. Lune watched him block Grave's punches, but then he tricked Chat by pretending to kick then left hooked.

"That's it!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Hm?"

"You two will follow me." She got up and ran outside of the storage room, "Chat Noir!"

He nodded and extended his staff to push Graves back into the popcorn. The group continued down the hallway, stopping at an intersection.

"Aquila, you wait here until he comes." Ladybug pointed to the men's restroom, "Lune, over there." Then to a corner just down a hallway. She had Chat hide then hid herself.

Lune waited at the corner, listening for Graves. His footsteps were too loud to not notice as he stomped towards the intersection.

"I should get a raise for this." He grumbled.

"Again: You don't work here!" Frustration etched her voice. Lune came from the corner once he stood in the middle of the intersection.

"Man, I'm fired already?"

"I'm glad to say it, but yes," Aquila said and revealed himself.

"Cataclysm!" Chat used his ability to destroy the entrance down one of the hallways.

Ladybug then came from the hallway Graves had walked down. Each hero blocked a pathway to leave the cinema.

"Give up, Graves. You're outnumbered and surrounded." Ladybug pointed the vacuum at him. Lune did the same with her thermos.

"I'm dead. I can turn invisible and phase through stuff. What're ya gonna do?"

A bronze feather whistled past him.

"Hey!" Graves became foggy as his body turned to smoke. "For a bird, ya have bad hearing. Your arrows have no effect."

"You should clean up your act. No one likes being insulted." Ladybug then turned on the vacuum.

"Hey, wait!" Graves had no time to do anything else. The vacuum sucked up all of the smoke and trapped him inside. Lune walked towards Ladybug and stared inside with amazement. Then she remembered to thank her.

"Let him out. I can handle it from here." She pointed the thermos directly at the vacuum, ready to push the button and hopefully never see Graves again.

Ladybug opened the container and let the smoke shoot out. Lune activated the thermos, but Graves dodged and was instead sucked up by a green glowing portal.

"Huh? What happened?" Chat asked.

Lune's growl grew into a roar, "Not again! This happened last time too!"

"Do you mind explaining?" Aquila asked.

"Michael Graves is a ghost. He died I don't how long ago. In America, there's a town full of other ghosts. I stayed there to help keep things under control. I met him one night and fought him. Before I could beat him he fell into the portal thing like just now."

"Is it one of his powers?"

"He can turn into smoke too." Lune didn't feel like explaining how she had merely a suspicion Graves teamed up with someone else. A strange woman had been showing up occasionally. Not on purpose. Lune would sometimes catch the woman creating tears to reach into the human world from wherever she came from.

"I have to go. I'll see you guys some other time." Aquila excused himself and left the cinema before anyone could say goodbye. He never got too close to any other heroes. He didn't even want to be a hero in the first place, but Lune dragged him into the career when they desperately needed help.

"I still have a few minutes. Maybe we can catch that movie?" Chat turned to Ladybug with a hopeful look.

"It's a little late for that. We should all be asleep." She then threw her lucky charm into the air and sent her ladybugs to repair and clean up everything during Grave's fight.

Lune sighed with a defeated tone, "Yeah, I think I'll go home... I'll see you later."


The woman leaned out of the tear she created, admiring a purple jewel between her fingers. "Another ghost in Paris. Who would have thought?"

"Yes. Who would have?" Hawk Moth replied.

He appeared to be an intimidating silhouette with the pale light from the window. The muntin of the large circular window created the shape of a moth, also casting the shape onto the ground were Hawk Moth stood. The woman's tear floated ominously in the air behind him. Only the soft green glow barely lit the woman's face

"I wonder if ghosts could be akumatized. They still feel strong emotions after all." She suggested, staring into the jewel.

The feeling of being watched seeped into her. She gave Hawk Moth a sidelong gaze. He stared at her with a blank expression, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity.