He had helped her escape. He had thought up the plan all by himself and executed it perfectly. And She had called him a moron! Pffft! What did She know? She had no idea of the vast intelligence he possessed!

Wheatley craned his neck around to look at Chell. She was trotting behind him, eyes darting from place to place, the portal gun clutched tightly in her small hands.

He smiled and remembered the way she had looked at him when he turned off the lights and opened up that panel in the wall of the test chamber. She had smiled- actually smiled!- and looked at him like he was the most brilliant, smartest, bravest person in the world. Just remembering that moment made him feel invincible.

He looked at the catwalks that surrounded them. Sure, he didn't know exactly where he was going, but he knew one thing: up was out. If they could just reach the top of the facility they would be free. It was just as simple as that really.

Wheatley saw a corner up ahead. He knew exactly where they where now! He turned to Chell and pointed ahead of them. "Just up there is an old testing track! We're almost there! I'm positive about it! Well, like 79.4 percent positive- but hey!- that's at least something, right?" He flashed her a toothy grin and began to round the corner.

That was when Chell heard a noise that made her heart stop: a mechanical whir, and a high pitched voice from somewhere behind the wall.

"There you are." It said calmly.

Chell had to grab Wheatley- who didnt know what to do besides start flailing his arms and scream at the top of his lungs- and yank him back around the corner just as the spray of bullets came flying straight at him. The pair fell on the ground as the small bronze pellets hit the wall and bounced off. After waiting to hear the turret shut off, Chell slowly sat up and looked over at Wheatley. He had his hand pressed tightly over his right upper arm, a pained expression on his face.

"I got hit! Oh God I got hit! Oh nononononono.. This is it! This is the end! No more Wheatley! Oh God.." He looked at Chell. "I want you to carry on without me! Go! Find a way to escape. I'll be fine. Go!"

He leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "Goodbye cruel world!" He concluded dramatically as he flopped his tounge out and closed his eyes. He did so then moments later, opened his eyes again, raised his head, straightened out his sky blue tie, then flopped back into his previous position.

Chell, starting to get suspicios, pried his hand away from his arm and looked at his wound. The bullet had ripped his shirt and barely grazed his skin. It looked no worse than if he had gotten a paper cut.

She huffed and shook with silent laughter. He was such a drama queen!

Wheatley opened one eye, then the other, and stared at her curiously.

"What could you possibly be laughing at? Can't you see I'm bloody dead?!" And with that he closed his eyes again.

Chell tapped him on his chest until he finally responded.

"What?" He said flatly. After waiting a few seconds for a response, then realizing he wasn't going to get one, he lifted his head to see her pointing at his arm with an amused expression on her face. He twisted around to get a good look at his injury, and as he did, a goofy smiled spread across his face.

"I'm not dead!" He yelled cheerfully as he jumped to hug Chell. He felt her laugh as she lightly hugged him back. He stood up gingerly then dusted off his hands.

"Right, so we really should get going. You know, with the whole escaping thing. Yeah. So, off we go!" He almost walked around the corner again before Chell grabbed his arm and held him back, looking at him with an are-you-kidding-me? face.

Wheatley blushed. "Right. The, er, turret... thingy... Probably should get rid of that first.. Heh.."