"There was a woman on the computers - Cecilia, I think her name said? - who was taking inventory of places and dates," Lana said, frowning. "I didn't do more than skim the responses, but I don't think there's a location pattern unless everyone here has touched New York at some point. I was born there, but I haven't lived in the States since I was nine. We should ask her to post the results once everyone has replied; I don't even know how many of us are here. Until we have more answers, we should probably stick close to each other."
What concerned her most was the kidnapping; the implications of being forcibly taken were that the taken wouldn't have agreed to whatever was going on here if the kidnappers had asked for participation and worse, that it didn't matter if they were forced into whatever this was because there was either no escape or no one was going to survive it. She knew better than to voice that specific thought out loud, however. Panic wouldn't serve anyone, and Lana refused to entertain the notion that any place was inescapable.