"Downstairs," she repeated. Maybe she should investigate the house and answer some of her own questions. But this had seemed easier after just waking up, so ... here she was. "Cool, I'll have to go look into that," she decided. That, and food, and well, everything else. But she also figured she was going to drift back to bed because she really wasn't feeling up to much. Even just sitting up and talking was taking a toll on her.
"Guess it's not really quite the same as an apartment," she reflected. "Had some upstairs neighbors that must've been wearing lead boots." She glanced up to his ceiling as if she could see through it. "We're under someone, huh?" She guessed. She didn't know. Maybe they were the top floor. She honestly hadn't looked.
"Beach party," she replied. "Bonfire in Long Beach. Three months, huh?" She frowned. Well, with how many missing people there were a year, there probably wasn't any big fuss. Families looking for them, but what else, really, unless they were famous. Even then ... most investigations ended when something more relevant cropped up. Cases went cold. She didn't doubt her dad would move heaven and earth to try to find her, but would he?
Probably not. If they could kidnap her, if they could keep people for months in a place like this ... they probably weren't the sort to leave clues and make mistakes. So, she was going to die here. Good to know.
"So what ... goes on here? I can't imagine they just ... throw us all into nice rooms and leave us to our own devices?"