Bryce wakes with a start. He's still wearing his clothes from last night, but things seem to be in order. Could it possibly have been some twisted dream?

He looks around. His computer is in the right place, but small details seem to be wrong. The chair's the wrong colour, his closet has a folding door, rather than a sliding one. This can't possibly be his room, though it seems to be a close copy.

Bryce walks to the closed door of the room, noting, as he passes his computer, the missing ethernet cable. "Something tells me this place doesn't have wireless", he mutters.
He decides to head to the kitchen he saw earlier. If he's going to be kidnapped for some sort of alien sideshow, he'll be damned if he can't at least get some coffee first.