Shadowmoth's POV:

       "Why can not I navigate my way out of here?"

       It dawned on him that he could see the same way as he had before.   Oh, that is right, I am a moth, he thought.

       He figured he might as well make the most of it.

         He felt thirsty and hungry.  What do I eat?

          He wished he knew more about the type of moth he was currently.

           He tried to speak but found he made a funny racket instead.  Right, I can not talk because I am a bug.  

          "How do I change back?  I can not stay like this forever!" He panics.

        For once in his life, he is afraid.  More afraid than he has been in years.

        Shadowmoth sees a small fly land on the wall beside him. He snatches it up and eats it.

           Hmm, not bad, but it could have used some seasoning.     Snap out of it.  You ate a fly.

           "Ah, help me!  Someone get me out of this form!"

           "What do I have to do?"        

           Meanwhile,   Ladybug and Chat Noir are still on the roof together when they hear someone screaming.  Together, they say, "Shadowmoth, he must be in pain. "    

            *Author's  Note: They can use telepathy to read his thoughts.

             "Should we help him, m'lady?" Chat asks.

          "Nah, let him remain like this a few more days."

         "I suppose it would not hurt after all he put us through."

       Shadowmoth's POV:
            "Anyone there?"

         He thinks it is useless no one can hear you.

           No one can help.

          Nathalie did not even recognize you, and you have been her boss for years.  

       At least my son does not know about this.  He thought.

        Shadowmoth feels tired. He closes his eyes and sleeps against the wall inside his lair.  He might as well as he wore himself out with all the attempts to fly out of the room only to be unable to find the door. So, he rests.

     story continues in Chapter 9

     til then,

bye-bye, little owlets!

-Summer out!