In Chells dreams, it- she? was an adolescent girl, skinny, with pale skin and arms that were locked in a cross shape in front of her chest. Wearing a plain white T-shirt and track pants, with messy, short black hair. Barefoot. And she had gently smiling lips that barely moved as she spoke, her head was tilted down as if she was afraid, but her eyes were visible. Bright, albeit flickering, electronic red eyes. Turret eyes.

She never blinked.

The turret girl would walk with her, where Chell had met her back There. I'm different. She was innocent,if slightly eerie. Willing to help, not only forgiving but seemingly unaware that she could ever have held a grudge. Her voice was the same, technological, but it had a layer of emotion under it.

"Don't forget. Prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gift of knowledge to man. He was cast into the bowels of the Earth and pecked by birds. Don't make lemonade. It won't be enough. Get mad. Her name is Caroline. Remember that. I know you. "

'Don't forget. Remember that.'

'Remember that-?'

And Chell had left it-she there. All alone. And she didn't complain.

I'm sorry.