Charlie’s head is absolutely pounding. The fluorescent lights beaming down on him aren’t helping, either. This wouldn’t mark the first time that Charlie’s been abducted by aliens. At least he still has his clothes this time around.

This is, however, his first time meeting an alien that was any semblance of human. The others he’d seen before were barely even humanoid, if at all. Like some sci-fi fantasy crap.

But, lo and behold, the alien in the same room as him — probably getting ready to dissect him — looks a lot closer to human than any he’d seen before. It’s, admittedly, a little fascinating, but he doesn’t care to dwell on that curiosity much while he’s in this situation.

Charlie’s first reaction would be to get up and see if there’s anything around him he can use to get out of here, or anyone he’s able to recognize. No, he’s alone. And besides, he doesn’t want to risk pissing off a potentially dangerous and highly intelligent extraterrestrial being.

So, instead, he lays there. Uncomfortable. Waiting for anything. Maybe he can pretend to still be unconscious if they haven’t seen him yet.