Mind-Palace

"I want you to believe us, because it's true. This isn't a hoax. Eliza, Shannen, we are genuinely in the back of a terrorist's van. The windows are blacked out but Joanne reckons we're on the motorway," Benedict whispered, "I need one of you to show someone this message. Please."
Benedict's phone beeped and the message was filmed. He tapped the screen and direct messaged it to both Shannen and Eliza. The tweet had been Eliza frantically asking if we were okay. Evidently, the news team had been rather hasty to reach the scene.
"Why would you send it to them? Why not friends or family?"
"I've not got mobile signal, only internet. I think they have a router in here or something."
They replied quickly.

S: Yes, we'll get it to the police. Theres already coverage on tv
E: This can't be happening.
B: Well, it is, though I've no idea why.

"Can I borrow it?" I asked Ben.
"Sure."

Me: Can u plz spam us with something?
E: sure.

The pictures were mostly degrading edits of Benedict, one with digitally added braces, yes, because he was ever any less than perfect! They did their job, though, they transported me to Twitterland, like the little bird's whistle was in fact Scotty binging me up.
Eventually, it was time for dinner IRL, and we were back in ... Well, we were back here ... I guess. I had no idea of our location for roughly thirty seconds, until the van door creaked up and the daylight invaded what I guess could ironically be referred to as our Mind-Palaces.
I now knew precisely where I was.