That night ... Marinette brushed her teeth, showered, said goodnight to her parents, whispered goodnight to Tikki, then went to bed.

Chat Blanc watched and waited as the light was turned off. He climbed up the window, hesitated making sure Mari wasn't awake, and slowly opened the window. His blue feline eyes illuminated in the dark room as he squeezed his way in.

Marinette had her hair down, so it made it a bit harder for him to see if she had the earrings on. Blanc used his claws to gently pick the hair strands out of the way, only to see that her earrings were off.

'Well, damnit. Don't worry, I'm sure she has it somewhere.'

Blanc thought. He snuck over to her desk, a bunch of fashion based drawings scattered about, even pinned to the walls. He removed the drawings, when suddenly Marinette groaned. Blanc's cat ears went straight up. He glanced back at Mari, only to see that she was still asleep, just in a different position. Relieved, Blanc continued to raid the teenager's desk. He found a pink photo album. Curious, he flipped through it. In it was pictures of her as a baby, then baking with her parents as a child, many birthdays, and trying on outfits that were too big, too small, or perfectly fit her body. She seemed so kind when interacting with other people, too. Blanc almost felt bad his mother wanted him to rob this girl. But then again, he figured Mari must've randomly found the Ladybug Miraculous. Blanc placed the book aside. He opened 2 drawers, flipped through them, and saw a polkadot red box that had a blue sticky note on it. Said sticky note had the sentence "Do not touch" crudely written on it. Snickering a bit, he opened the box, and there they were. The shiny Ladybug Miraculous earrings. The jewels reflected in his eyes, glowing red in the dark. He closed the box and hid it away in his jacket pocket.

'Let's scram. Quick!' Vague said in his head.

Blanc made a run for it while trying not to make too much nose. He put a foot out the window, but stopped midway to look at Marinette. She looked so peaceful sleeping. And how would his father act if he was back from the dead? Would he be a zombie? Would his mother even care?

There was only one way to find out.

He kissed Mari's cheek, then left the room. Chat Blanc leapt on the roof tops, trying his hardest not to drop the box. He panted, his feet burning like they were in hot coal.