"I know sir," Adrien Agreste said impatiently, as his ever loyal secretary, Marinette Dupain-Cheng entered the room. "But with Nathanaël entering the army,... no, I am not suggesting that he doesn't want too, but.... The induction center? 2 weeks from today? He'll be there." Adrien groaned and collapsed into his chair. "Alright Adrien?" Marinette asked, pouring him a glass of water and placing two aspirin on his desk. "No," Adrien said, draping an arm over his face. "With Nathan going into the army, all this debt, it's just getting too much." Marinette smiled understandingly. "I just need one more hit to get me out of this and then it will just be you and me Mari, just like I promised." "And you'll be an English teacher?" Marinette said eagerly. Adrien seemed surprised at her enthusiasm but nodded. "Like the one in the NYU yearbook." "I have an idea that might help. Pick a name." Adrien tilted his head. "Forget it, I'll pick. There. Alya Cesaire, age 15, Sweet Paris, Ohio."