"Daphne Evergreen, wow. Edwin mentioned there were other well-known people here, yeah. That is ballsy of them to take somebody who's really on the rise like she is," Erran said, but on the other hand he almost found it easier to imagine: the false friends who drifted quickly in and out of your life like sharks, the blurry parties, the photographers and fans who pursued. It would be easy for someone else (from a shadowy organisation of weird kidnappers, sure) to get close and gather information without being questioned too hard about why they cared. "Although I bet the media just assumed foul play and went into Murder Scandal Mode. Short of conspiracy wackos on YouTube, nobody's first guess is gonna be, 'oh, I got it, she's been kidnapped and placed in a metal-encased mansion with twenty other strangers.'"
He didn't know off-hand what sort of a stir (or non-stir) his own disappearance would cause; obviously co-workers at the clinic, friends, and relatives would notice, but would it make a 15-second infobyte on E! or anything? That was a little too depressing to think about. "How does the twenty-some strangers thing work out?" he asked Pam, since she'd mentioned that the Kill Bill Bride hadn't liked her. "Do you guys mostly get along with each other or is there a lot of drama?"