The two geeks began dragging Tonya closer to Mr. Johnson even as the teen’s cries grew more desperate, then out of nowhere there was the sound of whizzing metal and a clash of bodies. Tonya felt one of the teenager’s loose his grip on her arm as a masked girl smashed into him. Sensing her chance Tonya jerked and twisted wrenching her second arm free, following up her newfound freedom with a swift kick to the zombie-fied kid’s stomach. For a moment Tonya felt a rush of exhilaration at her small victory a wild grin on her face. It was short lived however. They were still surrounded by glassy-eyed weirdos on every side, and Mr. Johnson had taken notice and was prowling towards them.

	“Thank you!” Tonya said in genuine gratitude towards her rescuer. Now that she had more time to stare at the masked hero she couldn’t deny she looked pretty awesome. Similar to a ferret actually. “I probably would’ve been swatted by Mr. Johnsen if you hadn’t shown up, though that still seems like a possibility. Something's wrong with him, and he's dressed up funny.” Tonya glanced around at the massed students pressing in towards them, seeing no way to escape. “You got a plan to get us out of here? Uh, what’s your name anyway?”

	In the heat of the moment Tonya had forgotten about her new necklace, and the Miraculous charm it contained. At that second she remembered Ossar’s teachings from only a half hour ago. She had powers too, and presumably a suit, and if it looked anything like her own rescuer it would be pretty great. She touched the necklace, the emblem was hidden beneath her shirt and felt cold pressed against her chest. All she had to do was say the word and she would be able to fight alongside the other masked hero.

	“No,” hissed a quiet voice close to her ear. Tonya felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of Ossar’s scaly body hidden in her hair. She hadn’t even felt his presence, having assumed he’d remained in the Miraculous. “Not here, not where the watchful eyes of many are upon you. Hide first, then transform.”

	“That’s easier said than done.” Tonya muttered back, unconcerned that she might look insane talking to herself while encircled by an army of glassy-eyed delinquents.