"Uh… go this way," he said, zooming past me, but waiting at the intersection of the catwalk for me to catch up. I ran towards him, my Aperture testing boots allowed me to nearly slide along with him. "Then, uh… I think this way is safe. Yes, trust me."
Trust me. Those two words really stuck. For some reason I truly felt I could trust this little robot. I ran towards him again, but this time his ceiling track outstretched farther than the catwalk on which I stood. As he disappeared I heard his voice:
"Just go that way," I looked to my left to see a dark alleyway, though which the catwalk stretched, "we'll meet up at the far side of-" I heard a loud crash and held my breath, waiting for a response, "I'm okay, I'm okay, just go!" I mutely sighed and ran down the catwalk for my life. I was scared for Wheatley's sake more than my own. For some reason I missed him during the few moments we were apart. What if he was hurt? Okay, he's just a robot, he can't feel pain, but what if his hard drive was damaged or something? I couldn't bear to think of Wheatley in whatever the robot equivalent to pain was.
Soon enough, we were together again and he was shouting at me, "this way, this way!" I took the sharp turn and sprinted through an observation room, dodging a group of Turrets. "Sorry about that," he said as a bullet grazed my shoulder.
I smiled, but only for a moment as more bullets were shot my way until we turned a corner and I could hear the eerie, robotic voice of a Turret ask, "where did you go?"
"I think we should be able to escape right… up… here!" Wheatley exclaimed, as we reached our destination.
"Unfortunately," said a voice, a female's, though it was quite robotic, "there is no escape. You will only run into test chambers."
"Oh no," said Wheatley in disappointment, though his eye narrowed in disgust, "not her. Oh, I'm so sorry, love. I thought-"
"Remember how much fun we had when we were testing?" said the voice again as the ceiling opened and a robotic structure was lowered. A robotic structure named GLaDOS. "Maybe this time," she said, swaying slightly from side-to-side then focusing in on me, "you'll earn your cake." I didn't dare listen as memories of seeing "the cake is a lie" scrawled on walls in the Aperture Science testing chambers came to mind. I believe I even passed one on my way to this test chamber.
"Hey," whispered Wheatley, I looked up at him and into his one robotic eye of bright blue, "plug me into that- that thing over there." I looked down to find a control station much like that in the elevator we'd been in earlier just as Wheatley detached from his rail and stumbled to catch him, nearly letting him fall. I wondered what would happen if he fell and at the thought, became quite nervous, but nonetheless plugged him in.