The new pair of "friends" have now been wandering around the facility for 2+ hours looking for her chamber, and they're both getting pretty agitated. I mean, listen to this:

"Do you even know where you're going?!"

"N—Yes, I do. Just…it'll take a few more minutes—"

"YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR THE PAST HOWEVER MANY HOURS IT'S BEEN!"

"ARE YOU DISRESPECTING ME, PUNK!?"

"Uhh, YEAH. I AM. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH?!"

"Okay, that's it! GET OVER HERE—"

Y'see? Agitated. To the max. Anyways, DT's corrupted core still wasn't getting better, in fact it's actually gotten worse from all the extreme arguing, shaking up the core and…I guess you could say "psychologically shattering" it if it were living. I mean, how would you like it if you were right next to some screaming people, say your parents, and you're pretty much stuck there listening to them and they were saying nasty things to each other? Yeah, that's what I thought.

His core was also growing more corrupted because of the foam that had shoved him backwards from earlier and was seeping into his coding. DT felt a quick snap shock him every now and then, but he was too vexed to notice most of them, in which case he couldn't get any treatment for the gradually growing debasement.

After a few swings of horrible insults and some deep scrapes and a dented chassis later, they tumbled into a room that made a faint hissing noise. Doug, DT's new partner, pulled himself up from the awkward position they were in and brushed himself off, glancing around the room before him. DT also got up and tried feeling the objects and walls, but nothing seemed familiar.

DT did come across something though, and when he did it burned like hell! He pulled his claw back, trying not to whimper and let Doug see how pained he was, and dared to open his eye. Well, THIS was totally out of his range. He could SEE, yes, SEE through the beam that had almost melted his claw off, and he squinted. He couldn't possibly see anything through this mysterious light, but he truly could. He saw 3 white spherical robots lined up, and something like his target laser pointing directly at him, and one asked, "Who's there?"

Doug came over and took a deep breath, an attempt to calm himself down and keep from strangling his cold, metallic partner…again. He tapped his chassis and intelligently stated, "This is a Hard-Light Bridge, made from real sunlight which, indeed, can burn you if you touch it. Most turrets can't see through these, and for this fact, test subjects can use the bridges for protection against a turret's bullets. Watch closely."

Telling DT to "watch" was a silly thing to say to the blind AI, but as he stared into the illuminated blue beam, he saw a dark silhouette pass over it, probably Doug's. From what he knew his own purpose was supposed to be—to shoot and kill test subjects—it was odd that the turrets didn't fire at the sickly sounding man. They just stayed quiet and kept their target lasers pointing straight ahead, seemingly not paying any attention to anything else going on around them.

DT was getting impatient now, and interrupted the lesson, "HEY-O! This was a great time and all, and I do like being able to see, I really do! But, can we GET A MOVE ON!?" He failed to keep his frustration out of his voice, which quite frightened him since he couldn't see Doug's face. If ya can't see his face, HOW DO YOU KNOW IF HE'S PLANNING TO SMASH YOU TO BITS AGAIN!?

Thankfully, Doug didn't try to turn him into smithereens and just stepped away from the Hard-Light Bridge, and in the process….picking up DT to carry him?

DT wriggled out of Doug's grasp and exclaimed, "WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! I am perfectly capable of walking around instead. I don't need to be carried around like a kid."

Doug snickered and smugly responded, "You can't see anything unless it's behind a light bridge. How are you supposed to be able to find yourself around the facility to find her?"

"Better question, why didn't figure that out 3 hours ago?"

"…Just let me take care of things. I know my way best around here."

They both didn't want to go any further into the conversation, knowing perfectly well that they would've started up another useless argument—and soon after—another violent hand-to-claw fight, so DT hopped onto Doug's shoulders and they moved on.