"Who the hell are you and what are you doing on Vanity's head?" shouted the voice.
  The woman, presumably Vanity, stood abruptly, still reading her magazine.
  "Oh, I'm not doing anything on her head - er, I mean, I was just answering her head, her phone. You see?"
  "Just give her the phone and be quick about it."
  "Um, she's not home."
  "How can she not be home? Give her the phone."
  "I can't. She's gone," and in that moment she was.
  "Gone? Shit. Go after her!"
  "Hmm. But…I'm not sure where she went."
  "Oh, this is wonderful. Find the picture."
  "Which one?"