Abducted. Removed and replaced. A fool's hope would be that the prior two girls somehow fulfilled whatever the controllers hoped to achieve and they were allowed to go home. But a fool's hope might be the best chance for Beatrice to make it through today, and tomorrow. Maybe this was a very temporary thing.
Her spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl before she realized her level of hunger. She folded her arms again and leaned on the counter for support. "Do people just hang out until they have a message from the network?" It was hard to read and fully appreciate the 'welcome' message on the computer in her bedroom while whatever was in her system wore off. But that little matter rose in her memory. "Are they more, um, socially or physically driven?"