Daaaaamn, that's pretty...much the same with me, actually. Huh.

[He looks at the nametag. It's upside down to him, so it kind of looks like u-a-l. What kind of name is that?]

Uh...so, apparently, this place...you wake up here, and your shit is gone, and people think you're related to them. [...] I think you're supposed to be my pet. Huh. Oh, and don't drink the tea.

[Congratulations, Ian. You just became the pet of the person with the worst explanation for this place ever. He still freaks out when a car goes by.]