Razia quietly ate her meal of toast. It wasn't much, but it was satisfactory. 

It was looking like a peaceful day. The Umbreon seemed to have resigned herself to what was to happen, and she had been remarkably easy to control and subdue. 

The Furfrou stood and stretched, considering going out to the surface for a jog. But then she heard the banging.

She spun, looking around for the source of the sound. She perked her ears up, listening carefully. It came repeatedly, perhaps once every ten seconds.

It came from the Umbreon's room.

She huffed, and sighed with annoyance. So much for a quiet day, if the thing thought it was going to break out through the "window." Of course, there was nothing beyond that but stone, but it would be best for her not to break herself in trying to escape, so Razia stood and went after the creature. She reared up, and bashed the door in.

"What the hell is going on in-"

She froze, and her eyes widened, as the Umbreon brought her neck down, not slamming her head into the boarded window, but rather, slamming her head, her neck, her collar, on the sill.

The sound of the lock breaking cracked through the room, and the Furfrou knew the gig was up.