You can smell the outside through the newly-made opening in the ceiling above you. It's impossible to define a single "worst part" of the nightmarish reality you're living, but that very nearly takes the Aperture-brand Citranium orange soda. Tastes like science.

It's not as if you trusted Nigel, after he manipulated you, lied to you, watched you with childlike interest as you hurled yourself through the air and nearly died again and again. But it aches to know that you're still trapped here, and you don't even know why.

You'll just have to ask when you see him, won't you?