The service was concluded. It was the first one Cave Johnson had been able to attend, as he hadn't been able to face going last year.
Everyone was leaving. A member of the board, formerly a Senior Technician at this very facility, called out. "Hey Cave, do you need a lift?"
Johnson replied "I'll be right. Thanks anyway, Jameson."
Director Jameson shrugged and got into the car, and sped away.
Cave Johnson continued to stare at the metal doors, as if he was expecting something more from them.
The lights surrounding the doors went out.
Cave stared. The only reason those lights could've blown is if the Forge had stopped working. But that was impossible.
Cave muttered to himself. "But if the lights aren't powered, the doors aren't powered, and if the doors aren't powered then-"
His wondering was cut short as the heavy steel doors, no longer possessing the power to keep them in the door frame, collapsed inwards, and a mighty crash sounded out over the cornfields.
Taking his hand away from his eyes, Cave looked in wonderment at the empty space, like a gaping wound, in the side of the concrete entrance structure.
He ventured inside.