Emma woke up to the smell of burnt toast and eggs. She rubbed her eyes, glancing around the room. She was laying on a coach, Plagg was sitting on the coffee table in front of her munching on cheese. Her head felt like it was going to burst.

"Plagg, what happened last night?" she asked, sitting up. "Where are we?"

"You traveled through time, kid," the kwami said in between bites.

Then it wasn't a dream. She thought.

"Good morning, little princess," her father called, walking into the room carrying two plates. "Are you hungry?"

Little...princess? Emma tried to think if she had somehow told him about his pet name for her, but it seemed he had come up with it on his own.

"Um...yeah, thanks," She answered, getting up and walking towards the table where Adrien was setting the plates down. She sat down and stared at the toast and scrambled eggs. The bread was burned more than usual, but she reached for the jar of grape jelly anyway.

I guess he got a little bit better after I was born. She mused.

"Well, I have to work today and Mari has class. Do you think you'll be ok here by yourself?" he asked as Emma began eating her toast. "I only work a half-day so I'll be home for lunch. I'll pick up some groceries while I'm out. I'm afraid there isn't much here."

"I think I can manage." She said, but Plagg seemed against the idea.

"I'll stay with her." the kwami said, joining them at the table. "After all, it's her ring that's powered up right now."

"But what if Hawkmoth attacks?" She asked, pointing out the obvious flaw in his plan.

"I don't work far away actually. If something happens, I can come home real fast and pick Plagg up." Her father added. "But I'll need you to fix the rings or whatever, just in case there is an attack."

"Sure," she agreed, "But can I finish my eggs first?"

"Of course, little princess," he said with a smile.

"That's twice now you've called me that." She smiled back at him. "And I don't think I mentioned it last night."

"You didn't," Adrien shrugged, "But...you look so much like your mother. And since I call her princess, I figured…"

"I'm your little princess," she finished, knowing his explanation by heart. "So, you know then."

"That Marinette is your mother? Of course. We both do."

Emma quickly finished her eggs, afraid that she might start crying if she continued to think about her mother, and then asked for her father's ring. Once she had Plagg's power transferred back to where it was supposed to be, Adrien finished getting ready for work.

"Alright," he said as he put on his coat. "You stay here. Don't answer the door for anyone. Promise?"

"I promise."

"There's a landline in the bedroom. I wrote down a few phone numbers for you, including my cell phone. Call if you need anything."

"Alright," She stood on her tiptoes and gave her father a quick kiss on the cheek. It felt strange to her since she didn't need him to pick her up anymore, but she also didn't want to miss the opportunity for their old goodbye ritual. "Be safe, Papa."

"Be safe, little princess. I love you." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a small kiss on the forehead and Emma could feel the tears forming in her eyes again. After he left, she stopped fighting it and let the tears slowly roll down her cheeks.

She turned as saw Plagg staring at her.

"Please don't tell me…" he started, but she shook her head.

"I told you, it's complicated." Plagg didn't respond, but instead floated over and nuzzled her nose. She wrapped her hands gently around him, holding onto to the only rock she had in her crazy life.

"Here kitty kitty kitty," her voice cried out through the streets. Adrien pushed his feet to move faster, his lunges pounding as he struggled to keep breathing. He glanced behind them but didn't see her, but her voice was getting closer. It wasn't going to be long before she caught them.

Turning into a small alley, he down the small girl he was carrying.

"Papa?" she asked in a small whisper, "What's wrong with Maman?"

"It's ok, Emma," he told her, stroking her hair. "It's all going to be ok, but I need you to be a brave girl right now."

He pulled off his miraculous ring and quickly slipped it onto her finger. The ring shrank until it hugged her small fingers perfectly.

"Sweetie, I need you to listen to Plagg now. Do whatever he tells you, do you understand?" The black kwami floated out of his pocket and perched himself on the young girl's shoulder.

"But Papa...Maman…"

"Maman will be fine. Trust me." Adrien struggled to push back the tears. He had known this moment would come, but he didn't think it would be so soon. She was too young for this. Too young to be on her own like this.

"Plagg," he said looking at his old friend. "You know what to do. Fu is waiting at the airport."

The kwami nodded and Adrien thought Plagg might be holding back tears as well.

"I'll take care of her, I promise." Of course, they both knew that he would. Adrien looked back at his terrified daughter.

"Emma, listen. Who are you? Can you tell me who you are?"

"I'm Emma. Emma Agreste." She said, just as he had taught her. "I'm the daughter of Adrien Agreste, wielder of the Cat Miraculous."

"Yes, yes you are. And don't you forget it." He slipped the backpack he was carrying off this shoulder and put it on hers. "Someday Emma, you'll find me again. And when you do, you are going to be so brave and strong. You are going to be the best Cat Noir ever seen!"

"No, Papa! You're the best!" Adrien couldn't help but glow with pride at his daughter enthusiasm.

"Goodbye, little princess." He knelt down low so that she could kiss his cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"Be safe, Papa," she whispered to him, making him hug her all the tighter.

"Oh, kitty! Where did you go?" the voice called out again, dangerously close this time. Adrien let go of Emma and took several steps back from her. Giving one last smile, he took off in the opposite direction of the airport.

"Over here, Bugaboo!" he cried as he ran, giving Emma and Plagg the chance to escape, "Come and get me!"