"Ouch! Are you mad? What are you doing?!"

"Sorry," Adrien was panting and his heart was beating rapidly. "This is very important! Did you eat any of this HAWK-LICORICE recently?"

"No. Yes, one piece of the roll we got for free at school. But Plagg ate the rest. Why?"

"Nothing more, are you sure?" Marinette thought deeply.

"Yes, I'm sure. I got another roll of mama, but that one disappeared as well. Plagg again."

"Hmm, one shouldn't be that bad, I hope."

"What do you mean?" Marinette asked.

"I don't eat licorice. I really don't like it. But the rest of my class does."

"So? What of it?"

"Imagine there's something in the licorice," Adrien continued. "Something that makes you change, causing your eyes to change colour. Something that makes you slowly turn into a different person. Some kind of drug!"

Marinette shook her head. "I have never seen my parents eating licorice."

"Maybe there's more. Maybe it's because of the TV. You said it yourself that they only watch TV nowadays. My parents have also been doing that lately. And Miss Bustier told us that we should watch more TV at night. Because it's good for us. That is very strange, 'cause she was formerly against watching TV."

Marinette threw the roll licorice away and grabbed her backpack. She opened a flap and grabbed her lunchbox.

"Are you hungry? You can have my sandwich." Marinette shook her head, while she opened her lunchbox. She grabbed a sandwich and at the bottom was a new HAWK-LICORICE roll. Marinette looked bewildered at Adrien.

"I think you're right. Parents change through something in the TV broadcasts.."

"And feed their children licorice, to make sure they change too."

"But we didn't eat any of that licorice."

"And that's why we haven't changed." They looked at each other. What a discovery: licorice and watching TV were dangerous. It sounded ridiculous. It couldn't be the truth. If this was a book, they would close it. But they both knew it was true. Marinette stood up.

"What are you doing?" Adrien asked.

"I'm going to feed the deers. I can't get anything through my throat."

"Me neither." With their lunchboxes in hand, they walked over to the fence. Marinette divided her sandwich in little pieces. The deers raised their heads over the fence and tried to push the others away.

"I don't understand," Marinette said. "I don't understand how TV can do something like this." Adrien threw a piece of sandwich to a smaller deer.

"I don't know. That's why I'm going to try it out tonight." A bigger deer grabbed the piece of sandwich from the smaller one. "Don't touch that, you bully. It wasn't meant for you."

"What are you going to try out tonight?"

"I'm going to sit in front of the TV the entire night. I'll see what happens."

"You're crazy! What if you also change and I'll be all alone!" Marinette's voice was desperate and scared. Adrien smiled faintly.

"I'll pay attention," He said. "If I notice anything strange, I'll stop watching. Or else we'll never find out what's going on. We might still be able to do something."

"I don't know. It could be dangerous. If you become like my parents, then..." Marinette was suddenly silent and pointed over the fence to something that was laying in the grass. "What's that? A sick deer?"

Adrien took a look. "Looks like it." They ran past the fence to the end. When they got to where the deer was laying, they both recoiled in horror. The deer was laying on his side, the head in a weird angle against the gauze. It's eyes were wide open and looked like black glass. The neck was broken and the throat was torn open: one big wound with raw edges.