Yeah. Food would be amazing. Too bad there's nothing here. Still walking. I just realized, I've been walking for ages, but my legs don't hurt. They must have gone numb. I don't really care enough to be concerned though. So long as I can keep walking, everything's fine. I don't know where I'm walking. Yeah, I'm going to turn around. Back to Aperture it is...
Wait... Yes, definitely moving. No.. NOO! Okay, I can't let this person get away! I swear, I spend one more second alone and I'm going to go insane! Alright, I may be dead tired, that may just be an apparition, but I'm running after it...
Okay, Chell, don't panic. DON'T PANIC! Who's PANICKING? NOT ME! Look, nobody can be following you, nobody out here is alive. NOBODY. Yeah, I was hoping someone would, but you know what? I take it back. No, I don't want anyone to be alive... Paranoid delusional? Nah, I'm not crazy. Then again, you never know you're crazy until you look back on it... kind of like being corrupt. No. No. I cannot think about that now. That is in the past. That... WHY DO I LOVE EVERYTHING THAT TRIES TO KILL ME? Maybe I am crazy. That's the only half decent explanation for why I end up loving crazy robots that are dead set on making sure I can't get out of their facility alive. Wait... No, I'm not crazy, someone is following me...
Hey wait up! Aw fuck, I keep forgetting that I can't talk. I think it's because when I'm thinking to myself it FEELS like I'm talking to someone. Well, I guess, I can... I wonder if they know sign language. Doubt it... but...
Okay. Well, this could be a problem. I've spent all this time waiting for someone to show up, and now that someone is here, I've just remembered, I'm mute. This sucks. Well, I might as well turn around and wave.
Hey! She sees me! She's waving! Looks friendly enough, okay, she hasn't got a gun. That's good... I'll just wait for her to say something.
Alright, he's standing next to me. A real person... a living breathing... aw this is a horrible idea...
What am I supposed to do? This woman is... hugging... me. I don't even know her. Maybe she hasn't seen anybody in a while either. But she didn't even say hello. She just.. hugged me. I'm not saying I don't like it...
Wait. This person looks so familiar... Like... Oh! Oh! The glasses! Okay, now... I haven't got the slightest idea...
Wow! I can see again! How did this woman find... my glasses? Is she stalking me too? Damn it! I just can't catch a break. Hang on... I know that face...
Well, those glasses sure make it obvious. I do know him. Okay... Have I got paper? Yes...
Chell took out a scrap piece of paper from her backpack. She scribbled something quickly, then held it up...
GORDON FREEMAN?
She then fell into his arms laughing. He was laughing too. It was all quite awkward actually, because neither of them could talk, so they stood there, hugging each other and breathing unnaturally. She then stood back and quickly started making signs,
"How did you get out of Black Mesa alive? I read in the files on the Aperture computers all about the "Black Mesa Incident." I thought for sure that you were dead!" Gordon quickly began signing back,
"I know! I'm not quite sure I believe I'm actually alive! I've been through so much recently, you'd never believe it..."
"Oh, don't doubt me. I've been trapped underground in a facility with a crazy sadistic robot! I don't think you can top that..."
"Oh, just try me. Killed any head crabs lately?" He smiled.
"So, that's what those dead things were? You've been killing THOSE?"
"Trust me, there's been much worse..."
