"What do you mean 'uh oh'? She's one of the best scientists in Aperture Science and you have a chance to live with her. Don't think of it as hell. No, seriously don't. She can smell fear." Cave told the three boys and one gay. "And you would not want her to smell it."

"B-b-but she's evil." Wheatley said as he shook in fear.

"No. She isn't. She's just... one of a kind. Simply, one of a kind. Don't worry, we'll be camping for tonight and we'll be using these lemons as our camp fire. It releases its lemon scent when burned. Intoxicating!" Mr. Johnson said as he threw the unmade tent at the two baby sitters.

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Wheatley, Cosmo, Rick and Craig made their way through the busy airport. They were about to board a plane to Bristol, England when they ran into Wanda.

"Oh hi Wanda!" Cosmo exclaimed. Wanda waved her hands sadly and turned around and ran away.

"She's acting weird." Wheatley said. "Did you offend her earlier?"

"He wouldn't know if he offended anyone. He can't even understand sarcasm." Craig mumbled.

"There's the plane! Let's go." Wheatley pointed at an airplane which just landed. They boarded the plan and arrived at their destination later than they expected.

The airport was deserted because of the lateness of the hour. There was only one woman sitting, watching something on the laptop. She talked through a microphone silently. She wrote something on a piece of paper. Her unnatural white hair flowed behind her back. Her golden eyes were coldly scanning the laptop screen. She glanced up at Cosmo, Wheatley, Craig and Rick. She stared at them then her eyes returned to the screen.

"You know, if you prefer to sit in this room and stare at one another until someone drops dead, then fine. I'll let you. I am busy to do so anyway." Her cold low robot-like voice echoed in the room. She crossed her legs and spoke to the microphone once more.

Cosmo nudged Craig. Craig nudged Rick to say something then Rick nudged Wheatley hard and Wheatley lost balance. Glados' eyes shot upward, staring at the blonde man. She returned to work and said,

"Moron."

Wheatley got up and brushed dust off him. He glared at her. "I am Not a Moron!" She rolled her eyes and closed the laptop.

"Give me one good reason for me to stop mocking your stupidity." She told him, smirking.

"One, I'm not stupid. Two, it's not nice insulting people." He stated. Glados laughed.

"Ms. Morrison," a woman's voice was heard from Glados' phone. She sighed.

"You better have a good excuse for interrupting me."Her cold voice said.

"Umm, Narrari is missing."

"..."

"Umm, madam?" The woman asked timidly, apparently waiting for an order or, possibly, an outburst. Glados stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity before replying. "Don't bother looking for her Fallon. I just had a hypothesis." She spoke to the unknown woman before hanging up.

"Well, if you don't mind, I have work to do. Unless you want to stay here for the next... hmm... 39 hours and 56 minutes, I suggest you follow me." She told the four men standing there. Her slightly monotonous voice echoed in the room.