That something that happened was a slow feeling of growing warmth. My body heat slowly returned as if the ice was being leached out of my veins. A warm fuzzy blanket had been placed over me, the cloth pressing down on every limb. I didn't want to move or think. I just wanted to lie there until all memory of cold was forgotten.

I didn't know whether I had been sleeping or had simply blacked out. Both seemed plausible. I wanted to sleep again.

Without opening my eyes I tried to let my other senses take hold. Wind howled, but it seemed far away, through walls and the warm layers of blankets I was curled up in.

I heard distant voice, that may not have been that distant. Maybe I wasn't physically distant, but just waking up still.

Curling up tighter I felt odd, my body stiff and jerky. I hadn't gotten nerve damage had I? May I was in a hospital? The thought made me struggle harder to come back up to reality. I felt like I was fighting sleeping drugs. My eyes wouldn't open, they were just too heavy.

Something moved outside my warm prison. As I became aware of it I felt as if I was in an earthquake. Every other movement was a crashing thud to either my left or right.

Frozen again with fear of the unknown I listened heard and tried to think what on earth could be going on.

As I listened I could hear the voice again. This time I was finally able to pick out words.

"Yes mom I got it all," it was a girl, but just who I couldn't say.

"Thank you," I felt a force press against me and I stopped moving, worried that I would be crushed under the weight of it all.

For a wild second I thought I must be in the home of giants. The earthquakes had to be steps, the voices were the sound of crazy giants like from jack and the beanstalk. I was being crushed under the force of giant palms.

"Mom!" the girl yelped. "No hugs!"

Hug? Was I hiding in her pocket?

If I had had the energy I was quite sure I would've hyperventilated and passed out by then. Fortunately, or maybe it was unfortunately, I still lacked the strength to open my eyes.

Lifting my nose into the air instinctively I sensed a warm smell, chocolate. And bread. And cookies and cakes.

Maybe I was hallucinating. Was it possible to hallucinate smells? It was like stepping inside Marinette's bakery, but a million times stronger.

Maybe the giants who had kidnapped me lived in a bakery too.

Time to wake up. I was going crazy inside a crazy ice induced dream.

The earthquake began again and, if I wasn;t much mistaken, I felt the movement of walking up stairs.

This was getting scarier and crazier by the minute.

I wanted to pass out or go back to sleep, more accurately to wake up from this crazy dream.

But instead I felt myself relaxing, as if the scary woman was whispering in my ear again.

"Relax kitty. Let yourself give into it."

My heart slowed and I gathered facts.

I had to be in someone's pocket, a warm coat pocket. The movement I had been feeling was definitely steps. I knew how it felt to be carried, remembered the swaying back and forth from when I was very young. Whether they were huge or I had shrunk was still up for debate.

I still could hardly move, my limbs bent in funny angles and moved jerkily whenever I tried them. So far I hadn't been mashed, smashed, killed or eaten yet so I could assume this girl who had tried to save me from one such item on my list was trying to keep me safe. Keep me safe and hidden.

The smells that had hit me so strong faded a little but I could still smell warm baking things. Even the thought of being in a warm house where good food was available was helping me calm down.

Taking a deep breath I stopped trying to figure out where I was, let alone how I got there and tried working from the inside out.

I moved my left arm. It still moved in the same trembling fashion it had before. I lifted my hand to my face but felt not fingers, but small bumps, as if my hand had been cemented in an enormous fuzzy glove. My fingers wriggled and if I didn't know better I would say it was a…

I stopped trying to figure out what was going on with me and returned to the world.

With a little wriggling and shifting I found I was indeed in a pocket, or something that had the same feel and shape of a pocket. Pressing the side of my head into the firmer side of the pocket I felt the warmth that only human skin could have. Listening hard I heard a gentle thrumming. A heart beat. The heart could ve been bigger than me with the sound it was making but it was most definitely someone's heart beating.

But that begged the question further. Was i small or was the person holding my captive in their front pocket some kind of giant?

Before I couldn't think about it further I felt something holding my around my waist. Fingers, covered in a thin layer of fur reached down and held me. Each finger had to be thicker than my thigh. Staying still in complete terror I was lifted from the pocket slowly and carefully. I tried desperately to open my eyes, to hear anything that would tell me this giant's intentions.

"It's okay," the girl's voice returned, clearer and extremely gentle. "It's okay. I'm going to keep you safe. Okay?"

Who was talking? I knew that voice. It was on the tip of my tongue. The hand moved from around my waist to holding me as I sat down. I was laid against what I assumed was her shoulder or her chest. It was warm. Her hands were warm, her clothes smelled faintly of roses. I wanted to stay here forever. The girl moved very slowly now and I heard faint electronic beeping and the hum of a microwave.

"It's okay," she said again. Her chin rested on my back. I still felt wrapped in a fur coat or maybe a blanket and maybe I was because I still couldn't move a muscle without great effort.

Who was holding me and what was wrong with me?

Staying stone stiff with concentration I felt a finger gently run from my forehead down my back. "You can relax now kitty," she whispered.

I heard the beep of a microwave oven.

"I'm marrinette."

Marrinette? Thank goodness. I tried to speak, summoning all the effort I could. The only sound that escaped my throat was a weak mew.

What was wrong with me.

"And I'm going to take good care of you." I felt her lips atop my head and felt heat rising in my body faster than lighting.

Didn't she recognize me? What was going on? Why couldn't I see? I mewed again and she giggled.

"You're the cutest little kitten ever."

The fur gloves, not gloves, paws. The furry blanket wasn't a blanket at all. I couldn't open my eyes and I was so small.

I'd become a kitten. A newborn kitten.