It was cold in the ER.

not just literally. The white walls, the smell of disinfectant, the slow monton beep beep beep of the heart monitor his father had insisted on using.

In some sad pathetic way, it remin him of the mansion. Neither of them were really his home, they were just special boxes for people to live in. They were a roof over his head and the walls keeping him trapped.

What was his home? Adrein wondered silently.

He sat in the dark night thought about that question. Then he smiled, to him, home was Nino's living room. Home was the paris rooftops, and Marinette's bakery. That was his home. And it was all he needed.

Adrien wanted to go home.

"Plagg?" He called.

There was a light woosh as the kwami moved into veiw, looking sleepily at his chosen.

"Claws out."

His shoulder still burned with pain, as he got up. It didnt bother Adrien. He climbed through his window, and wen to find his home

Ok ok ok ok ok. LISTEN! I am insanely sorry for this massive hiatus. I wrote myself into a corner and I couldn't get out , and it left me very demotivated for a long time. I'm so glad you came back to give me on last chance at this. This chapter was my attempt at ending this story with dignity instead of leaving it unfinished like so many others on this website. But I never stopped writing. I worked on origanal projects, and oneshots, and in the time I spent away, I got a new Idea. I can't promise it'll be as long as this one, but i do know it'll have the same spirit and the same feeling if that makes sense, I'm going to call it "Finding Home" and I think it will be fun. Anyway... weather you're interested or not. wheather your a new reader, or youve been readin this since last summer, I'm infinitely thankful for you.

- Alice