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“Take me back,” Marinette said again, rubbing away the tears on her cheeks. “Take me back, and none of this will happen.”
The Doctor shook his head, and prodded again at the gizmo he’d been assembling. He’d only taken his eyes off of it to run around and grab something else to stick onto it.
“Velce’s meddling damaged the timeline, but not this much,” he said. “This is bigger. Something –” a spark leapt off the gizmo. “Ow! Something else is going on. This wasn’t you.”
Marinette looked unconvinced, her expression tightening. She opened her mouth a few times to speak, but didn’t seem to find the words. Martha took pity on her.
“Shouldn’t we go back to find out what and put a stop to it, then?” Martha asked.
“No.” He shuffled around the console for one of the scattered parts he had dumped there. “We don’t know when this happened. We don’t know how or why. If we went back now, we could end up being the cause in a sort of self-fulfilling stable time loop. Or worse, we destabilize the timeline further. Time travel’s not a cheat; it’s a dangerous thing, meddling in time, even trying to set it right. We have to find out what went wrong, first.”
“So we have to go out there,” Martha said. “And look for clues?”
“Exactly!” he said, accentuating the point with a brief whack to his project. The gizmo hummed to life. “And now that I’ve got this working, we’ll do just that.”
“And…what is that, exactly?” she asked.
“Energy analyzer, calibrated to look for energy signatures given off from time…stuff, let’s say stuff. I’ve got to think of a catchier way to phrase that.”
“Doctor.”
“Right! Let’s go.”
He went in front, holding up his scanner thing and pointing it in every direction. Martha hung back with Marinette as they followed. Marinette stared at every bit of ruin as they walked (and sometimes climbed) through the former city.
“We’ll fix this,” Martha told her. “The Doctor and I, that’s what we do.”
Marinette didn’t look at her; didn’t tear her eyes away from the apocalyptic landscape.
“I’m the one who needs to fix this,” she said.
“It’s not your fault,” Martha said.
“What if he’s wrong? What if it is because of me?”
In truth, Martha wondered about that. The Doctor did understand time and time travel better than anyone else; certainly it was still a mystery to Martha at this point. But there was an evident source of disruption right in front of them, and maybe the simplest explanation was the correct one. Horses, not zebras. The Doctor might very well be overcomplicating it because he dealt with a lot more “zebras” than most people.
On the other hand, Marinette was certainly experiencing some kind of survivor’s guilt.
“It still wouldn’t be your fault,” Martha said. “Velce was the one who pulled you out of time.”
“I…” Marinette said. “I still shouldn’t have let that happen.”
“How could you have stopped it?”
Marinette didn’t answer.
They caught up with the Doctor, who had stopped to turn around in circles, frowning at his scanner.
“There’s a lot of unknown energy all over the place,” he said. “It’s not time-based, but it’s interfering with the readings, creating too much noise. I could calibrate it to filter those frequencies out, but it might be important…oh, there’s a large spike right over –”
“Look out!” Marinette said, darting forward.
A narrow beam of light passed narrowly beside the Doctor and dissipated harmlessly against the ground in a manner that looked like it might not have been so harmless if it had hit its intended target.
“That’s not a typical signature for an energy weapon,” the Doctor observed, mildly, unfazed by the close call. Something moved in the shadows, and a huge, lumbering thing rose up, and pointed what looked suspiciously like a cannon mounted on itself at them. “Ah, I suggest we…”
“Run!” Martha finished, and the three of them tore off in the other direction.
The laser cannon monster thing didn’t even have the decency to make laser cannon noises, just the sounds of heavy footfall, accompanied by flashes of light that barely missed the trio.
They took shelter in a half-intact building, with hopefully small enough openings that the thing chasing them wouldn’t see them.
“What was that?” Martha asked.
“I don’t know!” the Doctor said, a bit cheerfully. “Fascinating energy weapon, though, I’m going to have to recalibrate this…”
“Akuma victim,” Marinette said glumly.
Martha and the Doctor looked at her.
“You’ve seen that before?” the Doctor said, switching to his more serious tone.
“That was wandering around even before you were kidnapped?” Martha asked.
“Not that specific one,” she said. “But plenty of others. They’re created by a supervillain called Papillon. Just regular people, twisted into his pawns until the superheroes can free them. But…”
“Superheroes?” Martha echoed quietly, exchanging a look with the Doctor. He scrunched up his face in thought. But if he had something to share, it was interrupted by a new voice.
“Well, look what we have here! Some trespassers on my territory!”
“I take it that she’s also one of them?” Martha asked, taking in the woman’s bizarre features and colorful outfit.
“Yeah,” Marinette said. To the newcomer, she said, “We were just…going?”
“Oh, no, you’re not.” The Akuma waved a colorful baton at them, and spindly creatures rose out of the dust and concrete. “Time to join the dance!”
Martha backed up until she, Marinette, and the Doctor were closed into the corner, with more spindly creatures reaching towards them.
“Any ideas?” she shouted, mainly to the Doctor, but Marinette was scanning their surroundings, eyes darting back and forth with a determined expression. She grasped around, and held up what looked like might have been part of a chair at some point, and threw it at a light fixture, long-dead, hanging over the Akuma’s head.
The fragile chain holding it up snapped, and it crashed down on its target. Martha winced, mentally cataloging the potential impact trauma. But the figures advancing on them only stilled for a moment, and the Akuma struggled to her feet, seemingly none the worse for wear.
And a lot angrier.
But even as the spindly creatures stretched out towards the three of them, something else struck the Akuma from behind.
Three figures emerged. Survivors? They looked normal enough to Martha. The Akuma tried to pull her forces away from Martha and the others in order to deal with the other trio, but she wasn’t quick enough. They subdued her, trapped her, and wrested away her baton. Her minions crumbled to dust the moment the baton left her hands.
Martha nearly laughed in relief. A typical close call. “Thanks for the save,” she called to the other group.
But their eyes had fallen on Marinette, who stood tense and still under their gazes. They didn’t look much older than her, and the one girl among them stepped forward, starting to reach out towards Marinette, face etched in disbelief.
“Wait, Alya, there’s a high probability that she’s an Akuma’s trick or illusion,” the shorter boy said. “Marinette was lost in one of the earliest attacks, and the chance of recovery is infinitesimal, less than zero point zero zero zero –”
Marinette flinched slightly at his words, even as Alya interrupted, “But we never confirmed that! She was on the missing list but no one saw her get hit; before we lost Internet I had a thread on the Ladyblog to identify victims, both akumatized and those affected by their powers, and she never turned up on there! She could have survived, she could have been stuck somewhere, she… it is you, Marinette, isn’t it?” her voice choked up, almost pleading at the end.
“Yes,” Marinette said, also sounding choked up, “it’s me, it’s…I can prove it.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small string of beads. She looked not at Alya but at the boy who had not yet spoken. “I still have these, you made them for me, Adrien, remember? For my birthday?”
“Alya’s right, it really is her,” he said, something like awe in his voice.
But the first boy, who the others addressed as Max, was still wary, and they traded questions about events Martha had no context for, as she and the Doctor stood by, forgotten, until everyone was satisfied with Marinette’s answers.
After the interrogation, Alya threw her arms around Marinette, who sobbed into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Marinette repeated.
Max finally looked over at Martha and the Doctor. “You’ve been with Marinette this whole time?”
“Well,” the Doctor said, dragging the word out. “Not exactly. We met up a bit more recently than that.”
“I…” Marinette looked up, wiping futilely at her eyes. “I can vouch for them. They’re not akumatized, or a trick.”
And that, plus a brief introduction, seemed to be enough for Marinette’s friends.
The Doctor pulled out his energy scanner thing again now that things had settled down. Adrien gave it a brief glance, but quickly returned his attention to Marinette and Alya. Max, however, asked the Doctor about it with no small amount of interest.
“Bit of an observation tool, that’s all,” the Doctor said. “Mind if I take a look at that baton?”
Max hesitated. “I’d rather hold onto it,” he said. “We can’t risk it breaking, or more people will be infected.”
“That’s fine, I can work from a short distance, if you hold it right there…” He poked around at the scanner.
“We shouldn’t stay here,” Adrien spoke up. “the Akuma could get free at any point and come after her baton. We need to get it locked away.”
“I assume you’ve got some sort of safehouse?” Martha said.
Adrien nodded.
“Lead the way, then,” the Doctor said. He hung back with Martha as Marinette kept pace with the other three.
“Did you find something?” Martha asked quietly.
“I’ve identified the energy readings I’m getting.” He showed her the scanner, but it didn’t mean anything to her. “Extanquami.”
She raised her eyebrows. Sometimes she thought he dragged this out on purpose because he liked being prompted to show off his knowledge. “And what is that?”
“They’re highly advanced, metaphysical beings. But they don’t usually interact so overtly with the physical world. They exist in the abstract and mostly flow along with natural forces, with maybe a little push here and there – an act of god, you humans might call it. There are ways to interact with them, harness their abilities like this. But that kind of technology, humans shouldn’t have that for…oh, another ten thousand years?”
“That’s our culprit, then? Some far future technology ended up in the wrong time and destroyed the timeline. So, how did it get here, and where is it now?”
“Excellent questions as always, Martha Jones. I’ll recalibrate this to trace the Extanquami energy back to its source, but we should ask Marinette and her friends more about how this started.”
Martha looked ahead to the group in question, unable to make out their conversation but she could see that Marinette wasn’t the only one with tears on her face.
Two years, in this devastated world; two years, imprisoned in a distant future. It must have felt like seeing each other brought back from the dead.
“Maybe it can wait,” Martha said, nodding towards the reunion ahead.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It can wait.”
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The hideout was underground. Surprisingly, it had electricity. There was barely room to move around, with grow lights hanging over plants arranged less in rows and more wherever space could be carved out.
“One of the Akumas had electricity related powers. We were able to recover the infected object and repurpose it to power our base,” Max explained. “It was a risk, but we were running out of food, and I made the calculations and determined that our chances of survival were impacted enough to attempt it. And I was successful at modifying the electrical system to make proper use of it.”
“You did this all on your own?” the Doctor said, looking around in delight.
“I helped as well!” A small robot floated over to them.
“Markov!” Marinette said.
“Oh! I have not seen you in a very long time, Marinette, my friend.”
“It’s good to see you too, Markov,” she said, then hesitated. Her friendly demeanor dimmed and she worked one set of fingers across her other hand’s knuckles. “Did…did anyone else…my parents…?”
Alya’s face fell. “I’m sorry, Marinette. There’s other people here, but no one you would’ve been close with.”
Marinette shook her head. “No, I’m sorry,” she said, a little tremulously.
“Everyone here will be glad to see new faces, even thought they don’t know you,” Alya said, a bit awkwardly. “Why don’t I introduce you?” She pulled Marinette along and they disappeared down a hallway.
“Where do you keep those?” the Doctor asked Max, indicating the baton.
“I can show you where it is,” Max said, “but I can’t let you into that room. For your safety and everyone else’s.”
“Of course,” the Doctor said. Martha suspected they’d both be sneaking in there later.
He and Max also disappeared deeper into the hideout, leaving Martha with Adrien.
“I guess that leaves me to show you around,” he said, and Martha followed him.
Plants continued to line the corridors; In every corner, there was something growing. Food, mostly, and Martha recognized some medicinal herbs. Right, in this situation, they wouldn’t have access to modern medicine, and have to make do with the plants they’d been synthesized from. Not as effective, but better than nothing.
Adrien was quiet, mostly, except to introduce her to people as they passed. They were exceptionally welcoming, and Martha wondered how long it had been since they’d last brought in someone new. Were there other survivor hideouts somewhere out there, or…?
At one point, Adrien pulled off his gloves. The light caught on his hands, and Martha saw that one of them was not flesh. In fact, it looked like it might have been entirely made out of some kind of plastic.
Adrien caught her staring.
“Sorry,” Martha said.
“It’s okay.”
“I hadn’t seen a prosthesis like that before,” she explained. “I don’t have my license yet, but I’m studying to be a doctor, so it caught my interest. I shouldn’t have been so rude about it, though, staring like that would’ve gotten me reprimanded by my supervisor.”
A spark of interest lit his eyes. “It’s 3D-printed,” he said, holding it out so that it caught the light again. “Max was able to salvage some of his 3D printers and materials; it’s been a lot of help around here, even before I lost my hand.”
“He just had those, lying around?” Martha asked, a bit incredulous. Yes, they were in the future relative to her own time, but only by a decade or so.
“He’s always been a tech enthusiast,” Adrien said. “He might have scavenged from the universities as well.”
“Wait,” Martha said, as the rest of Adrien’s earlier statement registered with her. “You lost your hand after the city was destroyed? You and Max put together a prosthesis like that in this situation?”
“Max is a genius, though I think he’d researched this before we lost Internet and after it was clear that Ladybug was…” he trailed off, and changed tracks, “I’m not going to be picking vegetables with it, but it works pretty well.” Adrien curled and uncurled his prosthetic fingers.
“That’s…incredible,” Martha said. To think that only a decade away from her time, this would be possible. It could make a huge difference in access to prostheses, especially, as this apocalyptic situation proved, in places with limited resources. “But I don’t even want to think about the field surgery; I mean, you can’t have exactly gone to a hospital, could you?”
Adrien gave her a small, wry smile. “Went through a lot of alcohol, for the pain more than disinfection,” he said. “If there’s any benefit to dealing with magical weapons, at least they make a clean cut. It never got infected.”
“Not that I’m encouraging theft of medical supplies, but you couldn’t get ahold of some modern painkillers?”
“Akumas started destroying anything they thought would be useful to the rest of us. Food, medicine, anything. I don’t know if Papillon told them to do it to try to lure Ladybug out, or if he just wanted to see us all suffer by that point. It certainly wasn’t necessary to get more people vulnerable to akumatization, people were succumbing left and right. He…I don’t know why he did any of it, really…” Adrien went quiet again.
After they walked further, he spoke back up. “What was med school like?”
Martha indulged his questions as they continued the tour of the hideout, until she caught sight of Marinette, alone and attempting to surreptitiously pluck and sneak berries into her bag.
Martha thought again of the designers’ quarters at Velcewear, and its dining area with no kitchen. How often had access to food been used as a method of control?
But stealing food here, from people who had little else, could go over very poorly, and Martha tensed as Adrien’s attention was drawn to Marinette too.
“Marinette? I thought you were with Alya?”
She startled and whirled around, and hid her hands behind her back. “Oh! Alya, she had to, she said she had to go resolve a dispute, or something? And I, just, well…”
“We’re pretty terrible hosts, huh?” Adrien said. “I should’ve realized you’d probably be hungry. Come on, I’ll show you both where we take our meals.”
It was a simple meal, beans and rice and some vegetables.
“The rice is scavenged,” Adrien told them. “We haven’t managed to grow it here, but it keeps for a long time, so we’ve been able to recover enough to last us for a while.” He paused to eat a bit more, then asked. “How did you three manage?”
“Um, well…” Marinette exchanged a slightly panicked look with Martha, but Martha didn’t have an answer for her.
Marinette put down her fork and chewed on her lip. She didn’t quite look at Adrien.
“The truth is,” she said quietly, “we weren’t here.”
Adrien frowned. “I don’t remember an Akuma who could send people somewhere else.”
“It wasn’t an Akuma,” Marinette said, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “It wasn’t even an Akuma. I was kidnapped by an insane fashion mogul with a time machine.” She slammed a fist onto the table.
It really sounded crazy when Martha thought about it. She was used to all the craziness around the Doctor, but to someone outside of that…well, there was a reason she hadn’t really tried to explain things to her family.
To her surprise, Adrien seemed to take it in stride.
“When?” he asked. He reached out with both hands to take Marinette’s. She glanced at his prosthesis, but didn’t comment on it.
“Probably only a day or two before all of this started. I…I wasn’t here. For any of it, for any of you, I wasn’t here! And I’m so sorry, Adrien.”
With his good hand, he squeezed hers.
Martha rather felt like she was intruding, now, but she spoke up. “It wasn’t your fault, Marinette.”
“She’s right,” Adrien said. “Even if you had been here, you could’ve gotten akumatized, or fallen victim to one. We’ve lost so many people, and I’m just glad that we got you back.”
Marinette shook her head, roughly. “If I’d been here, even if I’d fallen, then someone still…” her voice choked up. “My parents…they never knew what happened to me.”
And what was there to say to that?
“How did you come into this?” Adrien asked Martha eventually, never letting go of Marinette’s hands.
“The Doctor and I travel around, and always seem to get involved in some sort of trouble,” Martha said. “Hers was just the most recent.”
Marinette recovered some of her composure and wiped at her eyes as she added, “They helped get me out.” But not home. Not really. Maybe once the Doctor found the energy source he was looking for, Martha could convince him to change his mind about that.
“Thank you for bringing Marinette back to us,” Adrien said. “That’s the happiest I’ve seen Alya in a long time.” He hesitantly drew back his hands, watching Marinette closely all the while. “You probably have no idea what happened here, then?”
“Not really,” Martha said.
“It started with a regular attack,” he said. “But Ladybug must have gotten caught up in it before she ever had the chance to transform, because…she never showed up.”
Marinette looked down at her plate.
“Weeks passed and Papillon kept sending out more and more supervillains, but Ladybug was still…gone.” He choked a bit on the word. “I guess he couldn’t accept that she wasn’t just sick or on vacation or hiding somewhere, because he just wouldn’t stop. And so, we just kept getting battered, and, well, you’ve seen what it’s like out there.”
“What about Chat Noir?” Marinette asked, her hands curled tight and her voice barely above a whisper.
A shadow passed over Adrien’s face, briefly giving him a haunted look in his eyes. “He…did what he could.”
“He’s…?” Marinette didn’t finish. Adrien looked away.
“About a year now,” he said. “But he – well, I think so, not everyone does – he took Papillon down with him, and ever since then, the remaining Akumas just aimlessly fight for territory. But there haven’t been any new ones since Chat Noir was last seen.
“Alya thinks Papillon just gave up, finally realized that he’ll never be able to get Ladybug’s Miraculous. Max says we have insufficient data to draw a conclusion.”
“But,” Marinette said, frowning and furrowing her brow. “If Papillon was defeated, even if Chat Noir…even then, the Miraculous must still be out there. Whoever picked up the Butterfly Miraculous could recall the rest of the Akumas.”
“Yeah,” Adrien said, quiet and solemn, his eyes fixed on his prosthetic hand. “If only we could find it under the ruins out there.”
Martha hesitated. If she was right, what Marinette and Adrien were calling “Miraculous” must be the source of the energy the Doctor was trying to trace. If it really could be so trivial to put a stop to it…but she didn’t want to give them false hope. She would bring it up with the Doctor first.
“Or,” Adrien continued. “If only we could find Ladybug, and free her from the Akuma’s power, then this would all be over.”
“Do you,” Marinette stood up, and paced in a short circle. “do you really think Ladybug could fix all of this? Even after she’s failed so badly? Even after she’s been gone for so long?”
Adrien jumped up from his own seat.
“Of course she could! It’s not her fault; it couldn’t be. I know that if she could she would’ve been out there fighting, so it can’t have been her fault that any of this happened. I’ve never lost faith in Ladybug,” he said, like it was the only thing he’d had to hold onto these past couple years, “and even if I never see her again in my life, I never will.”
Marinette cried. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m sorry, Adrien. I’m sorry that I couldn’t…”
He went over and hugged her. “I’m sorry too,” he said, burying his face against her shoulder. Martha suspected he might be crying as well.
Definitely feeling like an intruder now, Martha quietly withdrew and left them to comfort one another, and went to look for the Doctor.
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“About a year, he said?”
“Yes,” Martha said. “Why?”
“It would explain why I haven’t been able to trace it,” the Doctor said, frustrated. He showed her the scanner. “The source has gone cold, and any lingering energy signature is drowned out by its creations lighting up the sensors all over the place. That large cluster there is the room where the survivors are storing the recovered weapons. Infected objects, is what they call them. And if we zoom out,” he demonstrated just that, showing scattered dots spread out across the display. Sometimes a few crashed into each other in sharp bright bursts, “we can see that energy being actively used.”
“Fighting for territory,” Martha said, remembering Adrien’s words.
“Exactly. Not enough survivors for them to hunt down, so they tear each other apart instead, creating all that interference, all the time. But,” he perked up, “here’s something interesting I found.”
He did something to the display, zooming back in to the hideout. The dots representing the captured objects gradually dimmed, and as they did, another dot appeared in a different part of the screen, faint at first but growing in focus.
“There’s another distinct frequency here. Still Extanquami, just slightly different. Not active like the one that’s all over the place, but not quite dormant, either. I’d say it’s more like it’s idling, a low-power mode. But the most interesting thing about it is that it keeps moving around this hideout.”
“I guess we’d better go follow it,” Martha said. The Doctor grinned at her and straightened back up.
They tracked their target through the narrow hallways, but the place was a bit of a maze, and they weren’t able to catch up with it before…
“It’s headed to the room with the infected objects,” he said. “Trying to mask its signature? But there’s nowhere to go from there.”
So they turned around and tried to find their way back. Or rather, the Doctor did and Martha followed, not having been to that room previously.
An alarm started blaring.
“What do you think that means?” Martha shouted over the noise.
“I don’t know! Let’s find out!”
They ran.
At their original destination, a crowd of people were gathered. Alya, Max, and Adrien were at the front, but Martha didn’t see Marinette anywhere.
“Please remain calm!” Max said. “The door is still locked, and it will take some time to clear all my safety checks before it will open…”
Impatient, the Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver and unlocked the door, and the alarm fell silent. Everyone stared at him, but then the door slid open, and there was Marinette inside, surrounded by countless broken objects and smashing the one in her hands against the ground.
A dark butterfly peeled out of the remains, and it flew up to join a whole mass of them swirling around the ceiling.
“Get back from the akumas!”
“Marinette, what are you doing‽” Alya shouted, scared and heartbroken.
Marinette turned around, the baton from earlier in her hands now.
“I’m fixing this,” she said, a wild look in her eyes. “I’m going to set everything right.”
She snapped the baton in two. Nothing else in the room remained intact.
“Tikki,” she said. “Transform me.”
Martha had to shield her eyes from a bright flash of light. When it faded, she looked up, Marinette still stood there, but she…
Well, she was wearing a superhero costume. There was no better word for it.
Marinette leapt up towards the dark butterflies, sending out a glowing capsule of some sort towards them and drawing them in.
Around Martha, the crowd erupted into chaos.
“Is that really Ladybug?”
“It’s a trick!”
“No! That’s her, it’s really her! We’re finally saved!”
A rush of pale butterflies flew out above them. Someone next to Martha sank to their knees and wept, and she tried to comfort them.
Marinette’s voice rang out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry that I’ve let all of Paris down. But I made a promise to all of you so long ago, and I’m going to keep it. I’m going to take out every last Akuma and I’m going to set things right again!”
And then she jumped and swung herself past the crowd, and ran.
The crowd was frozen, until Adrien spoke up.
“We have to help her! We’ve fought these Akumas too, and today we can finally take our lives back! Ladybug can save us, but she needs our help!”
A light had come into his eyes that Martha hadn’t seen there before, and his words stirred the crowd to action.
It was a whirlwind of motion, people grabbed anything that they could and ran out after Ladybug. Martha and the Doctor were swept along with the crowd.
The next hour, or maybe hours, passed in a blur. Outside, the world was still in ruins, but the atmosphere couldn’t be more different. Fear and weariness had vanished. Everyone around her was full of hope and excitement, and those who weren’t rushing headlong into the fray of battle had started cheering and chanting “Ladybug, Ladybug!”
Ladybug didn’t even need to hunt for the villains, they seemed to be drawn to her like a magnet as much as the crowd of survivors. And they fell to her, and the others who’d joined in the fight, one after the other.
Even as it started to rain, no one seemed to mind, screaming and cheering even as the downpour grew thicker.
Eventually, no more supervillains came.
Ladybug tossed something into the sky. It rose against the falling rain until it reached the height of its arc. Rather than begin to fall, it burst, and rushed out towards every corner of the city, and perhaps beyond that. Martha only caught a brief glimpse of ladybugs as they sank into the ground beneath her feet and the ruined walls behind her, and then suddenly she was on a concrete path, sheltered from the rain by a fully intact building.
She laughed in disbelief, and the Doctor was giddy, practically dancing around as he took in the restoration of the city.
Ladybug splashed down into a puddle nearby.
Martha’s celebratory mood dimmed, and a quick glance at the Doctor showed that he had turned serious as well. Ladybug – Marinette – looked exhausted. She walked up to them at a slow, dragging pace, coming to a stop just in front of the Doctor.
Light rippled across her, and the superhero suit was gone.
“Take me back,” Marinette said, sounding just as exhausted as she looked.
“Yeah,” the Doctor agreed. “We will.”