"Wheatley?" Nora asked as they glided along on the rail. "When was the last time you saw a live human?"
"Just a few minutes ago," he answered. "That female test subject. I can't be sure that she's still alive, though."
"No, I mean an employee. Someone who actually belongs here."
"Oh. Well, not for years and years. It's been pretty quiet in the Relaxation Center."
"Doesn't that worry you?"
Nora suddenly stopped as she spotted something very peculiar. Two eyes were staring at her from the darkness to her side. Both were blue and wild, but one of the pupils was considerably larger. When the eyes noticed that they had been spotted, they widened with fear.
"What is it?" Wheatley asked, noticing that his friend had stopped suddenly.
"Don't run," Nora said softly. She wasn't speaking to Wheatley, though. She spoke to the eyes. "Please. Have you been the one painting those murals and stealing the Cubes?"
The eyes looked uncertain about answering. They looked around frantically.
"We won't hurt you," Nora said. "But will you follow us? We're trying to get out of here and I get that feeling that you would like the same thing. Would you help us?"
The eyes looked around again suspiciously.
"Who are you talking to?" Wheatley asked, squinting into the darkness.
She just shushed him and spoke to the eyes again. "Please? Help us to help you."
The owner of the eyes stepped forward to reveal a man with dark shaggy hair and a rough beard. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled; they clung to his skinny body loosely. He was a mess. His eyes showed that he wasn't much better in the head than he was physically. But maybe he could be of help.
"C-Can you speak?" Nora asked. She regretted asking this because he started to mumble quickly and incoherently. Nora was afraid he was insane and might try to swing at her.
"Can you speak words?" Wheatley rudely asked.
"Wheatley!"
"Yes," the man said in a very hoarse voice. He had stopped mumbling and was staring intently at Wheatley. "I-I c-c-c-can sp-peak."
"Oh. Good. Will you help us then?" Wheatley asked.
The man turned to Nora and nodded.
"What's your name?" Nora asked.
The man looked confused by the question as if he didn't know what the words meant.
"Name!" Wheatley said loudly. "What is your name?"
"R-Rat," the man said, still confused.
"Rat?" Nora asked.
"Rattmann," he said.
"Rattmann?"
He nodded.
"Well, Rat Man, come with us," Wheatley said. He started to glide along the track again and Nora followed. She kept looking back, though, to see if Rattmann was keeping up. Every time she checked on him, he was staring right at her. She noticed that he was carrying something large on his back but she couldn't quite see what it was.