"PART FIVE. BOOBY TRAP THE SATLEMATE BUTTON!" Chell was sent flying out of the small room by five small bombs. Her back hit the cold hard gunmetal floor just a moment after her head. She hadn't eaten or slept in days, she had multiple cuts, scars, and bruises, and her back couldn't handle the impact and broke. She was dying. Her body lost all movement and she couldn't move a finger. She wanted to run, grab her portal gun, something. But she couldn't. Chell kept trying though, since she never gave up. Her vision started to cut out and she heard only but a few voices as her mind attempted to make up a safer vision of what was happening. "Are you still alive? Ah ha! Yes! I finally won!" Said the first voice. Wheatley. She knew it so clear. That British voice that helped her, that is, until he betrayed her. They were on the verge of escaping when he decided to stab her in the back. Why? Why did he do this? "You moron, you have no idea what you have done." Said the second voice. It sounded robotic but feminine. Chell knew her name, what was it? Her mind and memory was slipping away with her consciousness. The two voices talked a bit, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Was it a man and a woman? Who were they? They both sounded so familiar... Then, faintly, she heard what sounded like singing. It was sang with high pitched voices and just somehow, she knew it was about her. She knew she was cared for. I hope I get to do this all again she thought as she drifted on to the afterlife.