"So, can we use the rabbit miraculous?" Marinette was asking as Emma continued eating her sandwich. When her father had come home for lunch he had brought, not only sliced meats and cheese but also Master Fu.

"We could in theory, but it is risky," Fu answered, stroking his beard in a thoughtful manner.

"What do you mean?" Adrien asked. "We simply send her back to when she came from."

"But if it was the Book of the Miraculous that brought her here..." The green kwami Emma now knew was Wayzz started to say but then drifted off. The three kwami exchanged glances and then looked at Emma, making her very uncomfortable.

"She could be here for a reason." Master Fu finished. "If we send her back before her purpose is fulfilled, it could create an even bigger problem."

"But then what do we do?" Marinette asked and the room fell silent.

"What if we contact the Bunnix of her time?" Adrien chimed in. "She's used to time paradoxes and could tell us the right time to send her back."

"That might just work," Master Fu said nodding, turning to look at Emma. "As long as you have a memory of Bunnix, it would be simple to contact her and ask."

Emma froze. Panic washed over her and she knew she was trapped. She swallowed hard and tried to think of another way out, but couldn't.

"Emma?" her father asked. "Do you know Bunnix?"

His green eyes were pleading and as much as she wanted to lie to him, she knew she couldn't. She slowly shook her head and avoid the stares that she knew were being thrown her way.

"I...I don't remember Bunnix. I think I met her once, but I don't have the memory."

Silence filled the room again and Emma fought to hold in the tears.

"Wait, I have an idea." Her father said and left the room. When he returned, Emma glanced up to see him flipping through a familiar notebook. "What's your favorite number, little princess?"

"Uh, thirteen?" she answered hesitantly. He nodded and counted the pages and began writing. When he was finished, he turned the notebook and pointed to the bottom of the page. "Do you remember this?"

Taking the book from him, Emma scanned the page. It was full of words, but he had been pointing to a familiar line written in the bottom margin.

Emma come home when

But the rest was missing. Emma's eyes widened with understanding. She had thought the note referred to when she could come home to Paris, but her father didn't even know about her leaving yet. He had meant now.

"Did it work?" he asked with a smile. "I'll write the rest once you leave."

Emma nodded slowly as the pit in her stomach grew.

"So, when do we send you back?" Her mother was asking her, but her voice sounded far away. Master Fu was saying something, but she didn't hear. The room began to spin and Emma clung to the edge of her chair. She closed her eyes as a million thoughts and memories came rushing through her. Then a single voice cut through the chaos, forcing her eyes to open.

"Et bach soto ta, Em?" Plagg asked in the kwami language. What does it say, Em?

Opening her eyes, she saw that everyone was staring at her. That they were worried and concerned. The three kwamis had drawn close to her and she closely looked at each one in turn. Tikki, the kwami of creation, the oldest and wisest. Wazy, the kwami of protection, a gentle spirit that had a tendency to worry too much. And then there was Plagg, the kwami of destruction. While he put forward an 'i-don't-care' attitude, he was a compassionate kwami. His struggle with his own frustration at always being the one to destroy had given him wisdom that he seldom displayed.

Emma knew much about each of their spirits from all she had been told, but she knew very little from her own experience, except for Plagg. Tears stung at the corner of her eyes as the reality of the situation sank in deeper. She, herself, was a kwami spirit. They had known her for centuries, could see her true self, but it all remained a mystery to her.

"Emma?" Plagg asked softly and she realized she never answered.

"I have to awaken," she answered in their common tongue. "I thought he meant to come home to Paris. I was wrong. Why didn't you tell me I was wrong, Plagg?"

"Because I couldn't," he answered calmly. "I couldn't tell you that you were going to time travel. You know that."

"Excuse me," her father cut in. "Mind using French?"

"Sorry, Adrien." Plagg answered with a nod to Emma. "It's best you don't know what that book says."

The adults in the room exchanged a series of glances but didn't question Plagg's statement. Emma stood and walked over to the window, staring out across the rooftops of Paris. Once more, the pressure of having to awaken pressed down on her.

Will I ever be able to do something? She asked herself. Will I ever be able to do something just as Emma?