About 20 minutes later, Flug came back to check on Melanie one final time before heading to bed, but when he opened the door, she and 505 had left.
"What?" Flug asked in a brief panic before coming up with an idea of where they might be. "Hmmm…"
Meanwhile back in 505's game room, 505 had begun his stream. He gave himself a brief introduction and gestured to his guest star.
Melanie smiled, played loud grunge music over the room's loudspeakers, telepathically lowered the volume on the room's cameras, and loudly said, "Hey there! I'm Melanie! I'm 14, I'm one of the faithful, I'm a geek, I love 505, and I speak five languages! French. On veux me changer. (They want to change me.) Spanish. Ahora vivo con Sombrero Negro. (I live with Black Hat now.) Latin. Sort of. Ego captivus. Auxilionem tuum postulo. (I'm a prisoner. I need your help.) And geek. All your base are belong to us! Well, actually 6 if you count song lyrics. With the lights out, it's less dangerous! Here we are now! Entertain us! We're so stupid and contagious…"
"Oh, there you are," Flug interrupted opening the door. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," Melanie replied turning off the music playing over the loudspeakers. "We just felt like doing something fun after our nap. Is that alright?"
"It's fine," Flug said with a sigh. "Just go to bed at your normal time.
"Joke's on you," Melanie replied facetiously. "I don't have a bed time during the summer!"
"Well, then, just please keep it quiet and don't turn the music back on," Flug pleaded.
"Can do," Melanie replied cheerfully.
"Okay, goodnight," Flug said tiredly. "See you two in the morning!"
505 waved to Flug as he shut the door finally leaving Melanie alone with 505.
Melanie and 505 streamed and played multiplayer games late into the night.
Melanie had a blast and she received multiple Snapchats confirming her sisters got her messages. It was a successful night.
That was enough to put Melanie at peace. She ended up sleeping in the game room with 505 until Flug got up to check on them the next morning.
Melanie was uncertain of what would happen next. But, if she was going to lose her freedom, she sure wasn't going to without a fight, and she knew that her Nun-ja sisters wouldn't dare leave her in this place.
The girl awoke the next morning to Flug shaking her.
"What?" Melanie whined as she groggily rubbed her eyes.
"It's almost noon," Flug complained. "Your parents are on the way. 505 has made brunch downstairs. Come on and eat."
"Can I go to the bathroom first?" Melanie asked.
"Sure," Flug said leaning against the door frame. "But hurry up."