AN: Inbar Fink here! Wow! That was a pretty big delay, wasn't it? Had a lot of schoolwork to do, not my fault. And unfortunately, my plan to con other universe- Inbars into writing for me has fallen thru–you see, it turns out that in most alternative universes, I'm Hitler. Yeah, pretty weird, especially since I'm Jewish. The lab boys are tryin' to figure it out as we speak. They're also checking how they managed to decide something about "most" universes, when there's an infinite number of them – Although they better get their eggy-heads around it sometime soon or they're going to be taking an infinite number of boxes to the parking lot! They're the one who said it and they're not really sure how. Tampering around with the multiverse does strange things to people, but unfortunately, none of those things is "Getting my chapter out faster" Inbar Fink, we're done here!

The city itself was a mish-mash of brand new buildings mixed with reconstructed ruins from before whatever had happened. The car drove into a shopping district. There were people on the well-lit streets, even that late at night. The man stopped his car and signaled his two hitchhikers to get out.

"There, maybe you could find some help here, or something," he said as they got out. "It's the best idea I can think of." He shrugged.

"And I'm sure that it was very hard for you," GLaDOS said, making notes about the city.

The man simply drove off. He had better things to do than argue with unsettling outsider women. One thing for sure, he had never been happier to be an only child.

GLaDOS crossed her arms, watching the car speeding away. The two Ex-A.I stood by the road for a few seconds.

"So…" Wheatley looked around him, "What now?"

"Our number one priority right now is finding a place to sleep," GLaDOS replied as they started walking. "I'm assuming that most hotels don't accept the 'We'll do your chores' method of payment," she glared at Wheatley.

"Huh, maybe we can…." he paused for a second, looking at the other people in the street, "…choose one of them, doesn't matter who, and force them to let us live with them, or else…. You think about the 'or else'. It's…really more of your thing, really, but that's, that's…"

"Well, I suppose that spending a night in prison is technically a solution," GLaDOS rolled her eyes, "but I'm still marking it as a failure in your file. I probably should use small letters, as I might need the extra space."

"Okay, Okay, so…how about…wait…let me think…I just…"

Wheatley scanned the various shops on the street, hoping that a convenient Homeless Shelter would simply pop up, preferably one with a sign that said "Homeless Shelter" on it because he had no idea what those were supposed to look like.

"No…give me a second…just a minute…No…No...No… Oh-no… Well, I got nothing."

GLaDOS stared at the dark streets. She had already ruled out any possibility of temporary dwelling places and as much as it sickened her to admit it, she was relying on the moron's idiotic yet creative ideas to solve the situation. Now he couldn't even do that. Wonderful. She marked it as failure for both of them.

"So, do you prefer sleeping the street or on a ben -" GLaDOS started saying, when she suddenly felt a memory resurfacing.

It wasn't really a memory, not really, more like a negative burned into her mind. An old, dirt-covered face, framed from all sides by unkempt, steel wool-like grey hair. The face was smiling, revealing only a few rotten teeth, but the eyes were…

As far as GLaDOS was concerned, finding that image disturbing in any way was ridiculous. They were homeless, so of course they didn't have a place to brush their teeth or take care of their hair. Humans should know that. And of course, those were just humans. Probably test subjects, considering that they were found in Caroline's memories, so they were going to be used for science anyway. Caroline was always one of the few humans that understood its importance. She really should've been happy that Mr. Johnson had found a use for that creature.

But Caroline was more soft hearted then GLaDOS, and her feelings caused GLaDOS to stop talking for a few seconds as she tried to regain control of her mind.

Probably test subjects, considering they were found in Caroline's memories? There's…something wrong here. There's something wrong with that sentence

"Is, is sleeping on the street really that bad…?"

Even someone as unobservant as Wheatley now noticed GLaDOS's odd behavior. Of course, he had no idea what to make of it.

"I mean, it….sounds pretty bad, it's probably is kind of terrible…because of all the sleeping on the streets and so on, but we slept on the cafeteria floor once. It can't be that much worse…."

"Nothing happened. There isn't any problem, at all." GLaDOS sat down in a relatively hidden space between two buildings. "Let's just get this over with." She yawned and stretched out onto the uncomfortable sidewalk.

"Huh! So you DON'T have a plan and…and I did!" Wheatley tried his best to sound smug. "And…isn't having a bad plan better, then just having no plan at all? I mean-"

"No, no it isn't," GLaDOS said bitterly.

Wheatley laid down too. "Well, you know what I was saying about not seeing this as bad after the whole cafeteria thing? You remember, right? I just said it." Wheatley glanced at the buildings. "Yeah, this is much worse...arrrgh, couldn't we go find a bench or something?"

"We don't know if there's a park or a playground nearby." She looked up at the dark sky above them, "and it's getting late."

Probably test subjects, considering they were found in Caroline's memories.

There was a problem, she knew that, it was staring her right in the face, mocking her. And she couldn't find the loose tread.

That's probably how the moron feels all the time…