Presley lay in a sarcophagus alone. It was times like these that his powers were more of a curse than a gift. Unlike his reanimated protectors, using the amulet drained his life energy directly. They, being undead, simply had to recharge in their sarcophagus alone. He, being a living human, felt the exhaustion of channeling the power of the gods through his very being.
He'd fled to Paris hoping to get away from Scarab. This... 'Ladybug' had been a hero in ancient Egypt. She'd be able to help him stop Scarab. But she never showed up. A year ago, she'd had her last battle. Maybe she was dead?
"No. If she was in the afterlife, I could have sensed it. Maybe."
This whole exercise was feeling like a total waste. No matter what he did, Scarab would find him, kill him, and take his life-force for himself. Over and over and over...
"An eternity of death," Presley sighed, "At least I have television!"
The news, however, was pretty negative. Although no one would out and out say it, everyone believed that the evil Hawkmoth had reappeared. The words "Agreste" and "Return" were used a lot, but it was all hypothetical. As for the hero that showed up unannounced, well, he was unmentioned.
"Currently, the ex-mayor Mr. Bourgeois is in the critical ward at St. Peter's Hospital. At this time the police have no reason to suspect that this is the work of a supervillain."
Presley rolled his eyes. People were so stupid. They wanted to hide in their little holes and pretend that their world was still spinning safely in their control. A supervillain had appeared, and only Ladybug could stop him.
Presley considered the situation. Perhaps he was being too pessimistic- with a supervillain, Ladybug would have to make her triumphant return. And if a new partner were to make himself available... perhaps things wouldn't be so bad.
He'd have to wait for her to show herself, but then- then he'd finally be part of a team again.