I think I've been abducted by aliens, Zeke thought, looking around his solitary enclosure.  There wasn't much to see, surprisingly enough.  The triangular chamber contained nothing more than the squishy sofa he sat on, and his only view came from a glass-paneled wall directly across from him.  Beyond the glass was simply another chamber, identical to his, only empty.

Who knew being abducted would be so boring?

A humanoid figure approached the glass panel from the opposite side.  Zeke calculated that he must have been around seven or eight feet tall, with proportions that couldn't have possibly been human.  His legs were simply an elongation of his torso, giving the appearance of a floor-length a-line skirt when he stood still.  His hands had no palms to speak of, just three skinny digits that protruded from his wrists.

Yup.  Definitely aliens.

The glass panel separating them slid into the floor, and the stranger stepped forward.  His pale face seemed relatively quirk-free: two brown, almond-shaped eyes, one narrow nose, and a thin line of a mouth.  The entire compilation was topped off with dark chocolate hair, short and spiky.

"Hello," he said, in a voice that was unmistakably human.

Zeke spread his fingers in a classic Trekkie fashion.  "Greetings."

"You are Mister Ezekiel, correct?"

"Such a mouthful.  Call me Zeke."

"Zeke, then.  Would you please come with me?"

Finally, something to do.

Without hesitation, Zeke hopped off his sofa, following the stranger down the hallway.  Again, little to see.  The hallway stretched out endlessly in both directions, unchanging and monotonous.

“You have a name?” Zeke asked, trying to keep pace with his warden’s lengthy stride.  “Or do you aliens refer to each other by code numbers?”

“Yes, I have a name.”

“You gonna tell me what it is?”

“If you really care to know.”

“It’s pronounceable, right?”

“To me, it is.”  He turned a sharp right, pausing to allow another glass panel to slide down.  “My name is Wycel.”

“Wycel,” Zeke repeated.  “Easy enough.  I was expecting something with a little more Z’s and X’s.”

“And I was expecting you to go into hysterics after realizing you’ve been ‘abducted’, or even seeing me, for that matter.”  Wycel escorted Zeke into a round chamber.  "I'm rather impressed by your composure.”

Zeke shrugged.  "What can I say?  Either this is all a dream, or it's real.  And either way, there's no use freaking out.”

Wycel tapped a panel on the wall to summon a keypad, which he proceeded to type on.  "You don't remember anything at all about what happened, do you?"

“Regarding…?”

“As to why you’re here in the first place.”

“Not really, no.”

“You’re…” Wycel began, then shook his head.  “Nevermind.  I’ll let Doriah explain.  Sit down over there.”  He gestured towards a chair in the corner of the room.

“You aren’t just gonna erase my memories and send me back home, are you?” Zeke asked, plopping into the chair.

“On the contrary.”  Wycel turned towards the glass door, frowning.  "I'm afraid you're going to be with us for quite some time."

"No problem.  Should make a great story, that is, if anyone believes me.”