Seras would be rather surprised when she finally got herself half-way into the pitcher.  When she reached for the person inside and called to "her" to get "her" attention, what turned frightened eyes up toward her wasn't a woman.  The Pitcher Plant's victim had been one of the tribe's few, precious<span style="font-style: italic">men</span>... and a rather young one, at that, probably not quite twenty years old, though he was quite large and muscular.<br/><br/>He was sitting in the sweet, nutritious goop at the bottom of the pitcher, and though he seemed to shrink back at her first appearance and words, some comprehension slipped into his wet brown eyes.  He'd gotten caught during the insane days, and he'd recovered his relative sanity while trapped inside; his memories were apparently still shot, so he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there.  Seeing the top open up had frightened him... but seeing another human had reawakened at least some vague memories.  He stood up, and he reached for her.  The pink paste oozed down his nude body, and he ended up standing in the stuff to mid-thigh.<br/><br/>However, he apparently didn't remember his own strength.  He took hold of her hands... and with a strong heave, he ended up pulling Seras right through the gap, her nude body sliding slickly on the pitcher's edges to tumble at his feet in the paste!<br/><br/>By the time she managed to stand in the relatively cramped space, Seras would find that the lid had closed up... and that the broken tips of two spears were sinking into the ooze around her.  No one ouside had been holding her legs yet, and in the sudden reaction to her being pulled in (some fearful that the plant itself had done it, not its occupant), they had let it close up.<br/><br/>Through the sides, Seras heard Bobbie say, angrily and muffledly, "Dumb spear broke!"<br/><br/>Just great.  Until the other women managed to open up the lid again, Seras was stuck in here with this frightened, memoriless male.