Marinette could feel something. She could feel tender arms holding her.
Someone was saving her. Through her blurred vision, she could interpret a figure holding her in their arms and swimming confidently to the surface. She was going to live.
Just as she thought she was about to die of agony, she exploded into the cool, clean air.
She choked. She coughed. She wheezed. She laughed.
Breathing.
For a moment, she just savoured the experience, closing her eyes and letting the sun warm her face. She needed to know who her saviour was.
But then the answer hit her.
She smiled, relief and euphoria filling her waterlogged mind.
"Cat noir!" she laughed, leaping into the figure's arms.
When she opened her eyes and tried to interpret what she was seeing, she gasped.
It wasn't Cat Noir.
"Prime Queen!? Wha— how— w-why-!?" Marinette coughed, a million questions electrocuting her mind at once.
"No. I don't get it!" Cat noir gulped. "Leave her alone, you witch!" he screamed, pushing Prime Queen away with his staff.
