The young master woke up before the sun reached the hospital room, so Longg didn't get to see him open his eyes and instantly alert the nurses to come in until they almost saw him. The little dragon hid behind the curtain that blocked the view outside, though there wasn't anything to see, really. Just another storm wreaking havoc in Saint-Malo.

After the nurses finished executing the protocol that ensured that Trevor was indeed mostly ok after being in a coma for days, they started asking him questions. Longg didn't see anyone's faces, but he already knew by the way the conversation was going that Trevor would not say anything, though the important reasons behind the man's actions still eluded the Kwami. They hadn't really talked at all since he fell into his hands almost a year ago, the young master was very good at ignoring him, and Longg wasn't the type of entity to annoy their user until the spoke, like a certain cat, or to rile them up with provocative comments like he knew Nooro did sometimes. The dragon knew that patience was a kind of power, and power was all he was about.

''Sir, we will need at least a name to register you as one of the victims of the...attack, there might be people looking for you after all'' Asked the nurse with a tone that implied she didn't really expect him to give them much after all the failed interrogation.

There was a very long pause, and Longg even heard one of the two nurses starting to walk away after sighing but the agent's voice stopped her in her tracks.

''Trevor Maciel'' He said, his voice still raspy from being unused for so long.

The nurses thanked him and seemed to be content with just that information for now, probably aware that he needed some time to truly wake up. Neither of them knew of the little god hiding in that same room that was having the closest thing to a heart attack a kwami could get. Longg had never heard his charge's name out loud, not to himself, not in the phone calls he had with his father, not with his partner. Why was he giving it away now? Longg worried that the young master might be seriously hurt in the head after a building fell over him, but when he came out of his hiding spot he felt immediately paralized by the intense gaze of the injured man in the bed.

''Why?'' He simply asked, a little bit overwhelmed by the implications of his charge finally acknowledging his existence with a stare and a name.

''I lost'' He said, though he didn't sound sad or frustrated, just stating a fact after waking up in a hospital surrounded by strangers days after fighting the embodiment of destruction for his powers.

''Yes you did youn-''

''I lacked power'' Trevor interrupted Longg, same tone as before.

The dragon didn't bother to conceal his confusion this time, not really knowing where this conversation was going, and not even sure if he was happy or not that it was happening at all.

''You are the kwami of power, yet I couldn't defeat my enemies''

Longg decided to stay quiet, wait for the man to keep talking. They continued the staring contest for almost a minute, Trevor's scarred face and unreadable, cold blue gaze never leaving the kwami's.

''Teach me'' He finally said, and suddenly he wasn't so unreadable anymore as the fear on his voice became transparent to Longg.

''So?'' Asked Master Fu, all his previous anger and distrust for the man that just left the room gone.

After his little fit, Antoine stated that he needed some air and just left them with their questions hanging. But Nooro stayed, and the old guardian figured that wasn't an accident. The purple kwami inhaled as if trying to control his nerves, then started speaking.

''He's a perfect fit! He has fulfilled the potential of the butterfly miraculous, been on both sides of the emotional range and has unlocked the power to use his perception on his memories, he can also connect with dreams! I've seen it!'' Fu realized his mistake in thinking that Nooro was nervous… Turns out the creature's vibration and attempts to control himself were due to extreme excitement instead. .

''I… understood partially what you just said, Nooro'' Said Luka as gentle as possible ''Care to elaborate?''

''Oh, sorry'' The purple kwami apologized, but before he could start another word vomit Fu stopped him.

''You mean, Antoine has bonded with you completely?'' Asked the master, skeptical.

''Not just that! Antoine is the first user I've had in centuries to be able to use all my power!''

And just like that, the conversation evolved into what that implied exactly and how did Antoine get to that point so fast considering Gabriel was Hawkmoth for a lot longer. They got interrupted minutes later by the man himself, coming back from his mind clearing walk, covered in snow.

''It's awful out there'' He said once he got everyone's attention. Fu raised an eyebrow, noticing something strange about the man that wasn't there before, but couldn't put a name to it.

''How are you feeling? Did you use it?'' Asked Nooro, probably referring to one of the new powers they were just talking about: The ability to look into your own memories, and sense what the people in them were feeling. A retcon ability with so many possibilities… and it was in the hands of the man who had the most contact with their mysterious enemy. Very convenient indeed, thought Fu.

Antoine took a good look at the two guardians and the kwamis in the room, and Master Fu could see in his expression that he concluded the obvious: That Nooro told them everything already. The ex-agent sighed and, looking very tired, sat down back into his spot on the cushioned floor. His tea was long cold, but he sipped on it anyways before speaking.

''I did'' His voice was raspy and he still had snow on his hair. ''I learned… quite a bit, but it was hard to process so I had to be alone, sorry''

''No need to apologize, from what Nooro told us, you got basically attacked with emotional information from your new powers, that correct?'' Asked Fu.

''Yeah, that's exactly what happened… I could look back into my memories, old or new, and what the people I was with were feeling was clear to me... So many things…'' He trailed off, lost in thought, but after a few minutes got a hold of himself again and continued. ''The most important thing for you to know, is that T. is alive. And I was completely mistaken with his intentions, even after clearly hearing them from his mouth at the Saint-Malo fight''

''I didn't even bother to think about it until now, but my ex-partner… He doesn't really hate his father, our boss, like I thought. He wants to prevent him from getting any miraculous, but its out of fear, not hatred… I think Mister M. did something to his own son, or maybe someone else, not sure about that, and T. has been hiding his intentions from him I guess, or he wouldn't be sent on the quest to get the jewels…'' Antoine said, sounding as confused by his own memories as the rest were.

''Wait, how do you know he's alive? Your partner, I mean'' Asked Luka.

''I felt it, as Adrien and I were buried under the building, so was T. and he was still conscious when we were there… I could feel his frustration. Besides, he was transformed when it happened…'' Said the butterfly wielder.

''I don't mean any offence here, young man, but why should we care about what your partner wanted?'' Said Master Fu, closing his eyes as he did. He knew what kind of reaction that type of question would get usually, but Ladybug's team had enough on their plate without having to concern with someone that might or might not still be alive.

''Because he wanted Chat Noirs powers more than anything, so he could destroy all miraculouses, we can't afford to ignore him and keep just.. reacting to things''

Ah, in that he was absolutely right, thought the old guardian, also sipping his cold tea.

Marinette wouldn't say she missed Tikki's alarm clock, but she had to admit she kind of needed it. True, she had no more classes for now, which was the one thing she was grateful for even if SHE was partly the cause of it; But she still needed to keep something close to a routine, or she would end up being late to her evening meetings with Tina next.

''What time is it?'' She asked, rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other helped her rise up from the bed.

''Oh Marinette! Didn't want to wake you up after Adrien took all that effort to keep you sleeping'' Marinette blushed, hearing the giggle in the kwamis voice even before spotting her floating close, tiny hands covering her mouth.

''My gosh…'' She said, but then started giggling too.

Nothing special really happened last night, she was drawing until obscene hours and Adrien wanted to keep her company, she knew that, but she still marveled at the memory of them cuddling in her bed. She also found it histerically funny to think what her reaction would have been had she not matured from the Marinette of a couple years ago. She probably woudl have fainted, how boring.

This Marinette, instead, wanted nothing more than breakfast. And Maybe a good morning kiss. And although Tikki didn't answer her question, she now knew, looking at her phone, that it wasn't a terrible time for it. Yay.

She covered herself with a hoodie she used mostly to stay at home, then headed downstairs where the smell of fresh bread and fried eggs filled her with an absurd amount of joy.

''Sweetie! Just in time!'' Her mother called her, as she was sitting next to her father. Judging by the state of the table, Breakfast was had already by them, but they were enjoying each other companies before taking everything out.

Marinette sat down and was a bit too busy feeling grateful for the remaining of eggs still on the table to notice right away that something was missing.

''Where iff Affrien?'' She asked, mouth full of food. once her brain started working again.

''Oh, he went for a morning stroll, said he needed it badly now that he can walk without issues'' Said Sabine ''Don't worry, the storm is gone for now and although everything is covered in snow, it's a very pretty day out there''

''Huh'' She simply said, deciding not to worry too much about it. Sure, it was still cold as a north pole out there probably, but Adrien had Plagg. He would be fine.

''And… any news?'' She asked, mentally hitting herself for doing it. She had just decided not to worry! and then her mouth goes and asks for trouble.

''No...That woman is still missing and nothing has changed'' Said Tom this time, doing his best to sound cheerful.

At least that meant no more hurt people, thought the heroin.

They talked a bit more about nonsense but were quickly interrupted by the bell of the bakery. Which was weird, since they were closed.

''Must be Adrien'' Murmured her mother as she got up to answer. Marinette followed.

Sabine opened the door while Marinette looked from behind her, a strange feeling forming in her gut.

''Adrien! Are you done with your walk or you want breakfast 2.0?'' Asked her mother in the playful tone she usually reserved for her family and her daughters boyfriend.

The boy was wearing his typical white hoodie and jeans, and his smile widened at the offer of food. To anyone else, this was Adrien Agreste, but Marinette swore she wouldn't be fooled by this person again a long time ago.

''Cut the crap, Felix'' She said, harshly.

Sabine looked stunned for a moment, then joined Marinette with the frowns. Felix, quickly replacing his surprise with a smile again, raised his hands in a placating manner.

''Sorry sorry'' His tone was cheerful, still too close to Adrien's than his own for Marinette's comfort ''Couldn't help myself, but I come in peace, I promise''

''Sure you do'' Said a voice from behind the boy.

Adrien looked angry, and also sweaty, as he hovered over his cousins figure in the door. A cold wind entering the otherwise cosy bakery reminded everyone of the cold outside.

''Why don't you kids talk in the living room instead of freezing my baked goods?'' Asked Sabine, and although she was smiling again, Marinette knew her mother well enough to know she was pissed. And with good reason, Felix did fool her and had the red heroine not been there who knows what would have happened.

Marinette sat down next to her boyfriend, who was freezing to be honest, but she didn't care. Opposite to them was a near exact copy of him, wearing almost the same clothes, too.

''Why are you imitating me?'' Asked Adrien, straight to the point.

''Oh this?'' Felix pointed at his clothes before taking the hood down, revealing full blond hair instead of half blond, like Adrien's was, making the illusion disappear. ''Just a little prank, nothing more. For the old times''

''Sure…'' Said Adrien, still glaring.

''Alright, sorry, I went out of my way to look like you do and chose THE morning you decided to go out for a walk to appear in your hideout, but I'd say it was worth it, right Ladybug?''