Adrien groaned as he looked outside the window. It was raining again. It had been pouring down all week, the steady rhythm of rain drumming down on the roof. He sighed in annoyance before walking into the bathroom. He should get dressed. As he exited the bathroom with a towel in hand, he heard Alya's shrieks from up the top. 

From Marinette's room. 

As quick as lightning, he dropped everything and climbed up the ladder, his eyes adjusting to sudden natural light after he opened the trap door and peered inside. On the floor was his princess, a frantic Alya rushing around trying to coax her up. 

Blinded by the desire he felt to protect her, he immediately scooped her up in his arms and held her, tears burning his vision as he willed her to get up. 

"Mari..."

Adrien didn't believe in miracles, but he sure as hell did now. 

Slowly, Marinette opened one bluebell eye, and then the other. She first looked at a now silent Alya, before looking at the blonde-haired boy holding her. She gasped as she looked at the face she had been trying to remember fo the past months. It was him. But what was he doing in her room?

"Umm....Hi. Could I please get...your name?

Adrien was shocked. The truth that Marinette truly didn't remember him settled into his soul.

"It's Adrien. Adrien Agreste"