A couple days later, Adrien cycled to school. He didn't understand it anymore. The last couple days his parents changed. They acted weird. About coming home late, wasn't spoken again. Actually, his parents were talking less and less to him. Besides, his parents left in the evening with the car more and more. Where? To meetings? Did they become a part of some kind of club that Adrien didn't know about? Apparently something secret, otherwise they would have told it to him.

He noticed the black van when it was already close to him. It was the same van as the one a few days ago, painted with flaming skulls and lightning bolts. In a slow pace, the van rode close to Adrien. Behind the windshield he could make out a vague silhouette with a bunch of curly hair. The van slowed down. It looked like he would stop. Adrien heard music: 'Stairway to heaven', an old rock song that his father also listened to.

Shit, Adrien thought. That's the same van I almost bumped into, a couple days ago. What does he want with me? Did I scratch his car, or something? Suddenly he remembered the figure that had spied on him the same day. That was also someone with a bunch of curly hair! Shit! Shit! It was suddenly very hot.

The van stopped with a popping and growling exhaust. The window slowly opened and a head was sticking out of it. Adrien didn't wait and stood on the pedals. As hard as he could, he rode along the van and raced out of the street.

Before that van has turned, I'll be far away, he thought. Just to be sure, he took shortcuts on residential areas and small streets, where the van couldn't follow him.

When he got to the schoolyard, everyone was already inside. He put his bike in the storage and ran into the building. The halls were empty. Panting he ran into the classroom, ten minutes late.

"Did you watch TV last night?" Miss Bustier said.

"Well.." Adrien started.

"Good idea, Adrien," Miss Bustier nodded. "All of you should watch TV at night. Lately I watch TV all the time. TV 12, our own local channel, has a lot of interesting channels. There is always something educational."

"Eh, okay, ma'am." Adrien sat in his seat in surprise.

"And eat licorice too. It's good for you. There is a very good kind of licorice nowadays. I find HAWK-LICORICE to be the best. Take some if you want." She put a bowl on her desk, that was filled with licorice.

Adrien watched with surprise as his classmates stood up and walked to the front to get the licorice. Since when did teachers make advertisements for licorice? And during school hours. That was allowed to go to the newspapers. Or was Miss Bustier's birthday and this was a treat for everyone? Miss Bustier had a tight face. It didn't look like it was her birthday.

"You don't, Adrien?" Something compelling in her voice made Adrien stand up and grab a handful of licorice from the bowl. He pretended to eat a licorice, but he inconspicuously let it slip into his sleeve.

"Magnificent," Miss Bustier said. She was standing right next to Adrien. Miss Bustier was a tall woman in her forties. She had thick hair and light blue eyes. Had, because much to his shock, Adrien saw that the eyes of Miss Bustier had changed. They had an ocher yellow colour. Or was it all his imagination? Was it because of what Marinette had told him? He hadn't seen her in a while, but her words never left his head for some reason. Actually, his thoughts were only about her these past couple days.

"Is something wrong?" Adrien noticed that he had stared at his teacher without saying anything.

"Eh, no, nothing ma'am." Adrien quickly went back to his seat. Am I going crazy, or is everyone else crazy? he thought. Am I seeing things that are not there? As he got out his notebook, he dropped the licorices swiftly in his backpack, and looked around in the class. Books and notebooks were on the desks. Miss Bustier stood in front of the board.

"The Greek mythology, that's what we were talking about. I had been telling you about Zeus, the supreme god. He is often depicted with lightning bolts in his hand. I'll tell you all a story that isn't very well known." Adrien sighed. The old Greeks were a hobby of Miss Bustier and she couldn't help but talk about it from time to time. For once, the stories were fun, but after hearing it every week, it became very boring.

Miss Bustier wrote on the board 'Zeus' with a marker. "Zeus visited a human king, one day. Hawkmoth, was his name." Under the name Zeus, she wrote 'Hawkmoth'. "The king put a meal in front of Zeus, that was made of a cooked child. Zeus became furious and turned the king into a wolf. Hawkmoth was a…."

Adrien was barely listening. He was thinking about the black van. Is the driver really after me? Or is it just a coincidence that they had met? And those strange things on the market square? Do they have anything to do with it? Or am I seeing ghosts? Adrien rubbed his eyes and looked around the classroom. Apparently everything was normal, but there was something wrong. All around him, he saw chewing faces. Occasionally someone would put a licorice in their mouth. Suddenly, he knew what was wrong, apart from the eyes of Miss Bustier. It was way too quiet. Normally, there would be a few kids who would whisper, or send each other notes when Miss Bustier would talk about the Greek. Now, that did not happen. It looked like the entire class was numb. Numb and eating licorice. Even Rose, who couldn't sit still for one minute, was staring at Miss Bustier. And Sabrina, Chloe and Kim, the three biggest troublemakers of the school, were writing in their notebooks.

Adrien bumped Kim with his elbow. "What are you writing?" Adrien whispered as he looked into Kim's notebook. Kim wasn't writing anything. He was drawing something. A pointy headed dog. And the notebooks of Sabrina and Chloe had the same drawing. Actually it looked more like a wolf than a dog. Adrien quickly looked to his left and right. In every notebook was the same drawing. Did he miss something, due to him being late? Did Miss Bustier give them a drawing assignment?

"Hey, everybody is drawing wolves," He whispered to Kim. Kim looked at him. Sabrina and Chloe suddenly turned their heads to them. Their faces had no emotion and their eyes had a dark, yellow colour.

"Aren't you?" Kim said out loud." Suddenly everybody was looking at Adrien. One by one, heads turned into his direction. Some kids lurked with the corners of their eyes. Yellow eyes. Everywhere.

Adrien stood up so quickly that his chair fell backwards. Miss Bustier put down her marker. "Is there something wrong, Adrien?"

"No, I…" Adrien snatched his backpack off the ground. He walked out of the classroom backwards, bumped against the couch and almost fell over his own feet. He put his hands in the air in an apologizing way. "I'm…..sick, I think. Nauseous. I have to go home. Sorry."

His classmates still looked at him, without saying anything. Their eyes followed him to the door. Those eyes. Adrien turned around, pushed the door open and ran outside. He ran into the hall. Through the panes of the other classrooms he saw the same image every time. Chewing kids that were drawing in their notebooks. He ran faster. At the end of the hall appeared a figure around the corner. The janitor. He put two hands on his hips.

"Where are you going, young man?"

Adrien saw the yellow flash in his eyes. He made a feint to the right and shot to the left past the man. He kicked the door open and ran in the yard. To the cycle storage. Quick, he thought. The janitor was meanwhile already outside, but Adrien didn't wait for him. He removed the lock from his bicycle, stepped on it and raced out of the gate.