Will, groggy, began to regain consciousness, flexing his neck some as he tried to take in his surroundings.
The first thing he noticed was that he was clay. Humanoid--even roughly the right color--but anyone coming into contact with him would be able to tell the difference between flesh and clay pretty quickly.
The second thing he noticed was that he was nude, suspended in the air, spread eagle, thanks to large poles that went through his wrists and ankles. That was less than ideal!
From his spot, face down, he couldn't see that much. He wasn't in the barn anymore, that much he could tell--the floor below him was tiled. He had been moved somewhere. There were some faint sounds of trucks and things, so he couldn't have been too far out of the way of society. Near a highway? A major road?
The final thing he noticed was that he was unable to shift, so he couldn't simply slip out of his predicament.