Closer. I could feel it. The surface.
The platform raised me up and up, the song of the serenading turrets still echoing in my head. I was getting closer. To freedom.
My thoughts turned to Wheatley. Poor little Wheatley. It pained me to think of him. I knew that what he had done was wrong, and that I should be mad with him, but I wasn't.
Wheatley…
The name begged to whisper from my lips. No. He wasn't gone. I would see him again. I had to. Wheatley. My Wheatley. My poor, corrupted Wheatley. He was anything but evil; he didn't deserve this fate he had been assigned.
No…
I blamed myself for not catching him in time, and always would.
I returned to my senses as the platform soon came to a stop. A door in front of me opened, and I shielded my eyes as sunlight penetrated the doorway. I stepped out to a golden sea of wheat, waving in a summer breeze. I heard a slam behind me, and turned to see a battered tin shed. I then heard rattling knocking from within, and soon a companion cube burst out of the door behind me. The door soon slammed shut once more. I went to the cube, and picked it up. I looked at it for a long time; an amount which I do not remember. It was blackened with age and use, and had a few scratches on the sides.
My thoughts shifted to Wheatley once more. Pain seared through me, as I clutched the cube harder and tears began to stream from my face.
Why is this my life? Why must I suffer this? Why? What do I do now? Where do I go? I have nowhere. I have no one.