Hours later, Adrien collapsed on his bed. Searching the city for the akuma had turned up nothing. She apparently called herself the Well Wisher, whatever that meant. No sign of Ladybug either; she wasn't in any of their regular meeting spots, and she wasn't answering his calls. But there was plenty to see of something else. Adrien ran his hands over his face and groaned, remembering how every TV monitor and news screen was replaying recordings of Ladybug kissing him as Chat Noir. Apparently, no one was quite sure why Ladybug had kissed Chat Noir before he pushed her away and ran off, though there was speculation. It was the buzz of the whole city.
"What am I going to do?" Adrien mumbled to the air. Plagg was off eating camembert and resting after multiple transformations in one day. The kwami probably wouldn't be of much help anyway. He usually wasn't. And the only other person that Adrien – er, Chat Noir – could trust in matters like this was Ladybug herself.
Adrien groaned again. I left her behind. What was wrong with him? Ladybug was under the control of an akuma, probably feeling confused, maybe betrayed too. Her partner left her. Not only that, but…she said she loved me. The thought kept running through Adrien's head. Ladybug said she loved me and I left her behind and didn't go back. Knowing what it felt like to love someone who didn't love you back, Adrien knew how much that must have hurt. Hopefully Ladybug still had enough wits about her to keep herself safe. But why isn't she answering when I call? "I should have gone back," Adrien whispered. "I should have gone back to help her."
A ding from Adrien's computer broke him out of his recollection of the day. Probably Nino, he thought, asking if I've seen the news. He stood up and walked over to his computer. Sure enough, Nino had sent him a message, saying, "dude did you see what happened with ladybug and chat noir today? check out the ladyblog!" No, I didn't see what happened with Ladybug today. I lived it. But of course, he couldn't say that.
A quick message back saying, "checking now," and Adrien pulled up Alya's blog. The website was full of recent updates about the "LadyNoir" kiss, as it was being called. Adrien clicked on the one with the most comments, titled "What's Going On?" It was full of speculation about what had caused the uncharacteristic show of affections. The leading theory was, as expected, the right one. Adrien had to admire Alya's seemingly endless knowledge about all things Ladybug and Chat Noir. Except for their identities, thank goodness.
Wait, Alya! She might be able to help him figure out where Ladybug was. Well, not Adrien. It wouldn't make sense for Adrien to be concerned enough about the wellbeing of Ladybug and Chat Noir to contact Alya about it. But it would make sense for Chat to be that concerned….
Adrien stood up and walked over to the mini-fridge in his room. He prodded Plagg, who was sleeping on top after pigging out on cheese. "Get up, Plagg," Adrien said as the kwami stirred. "We're going to talk with Alya."