A Marble Hornets fic: He can't believe Alex *shot* him. He's sitting on the ground of Benedict Hall, pressing his hand to his side, and he knows he's got no where to go. But then someone comes. Someone he wasn't expecting. "...Tim?"

Meteors, signals, apologies, and that tricky little thing called humanity- four years after the events of Portal II, Wheatley's been handed a second chance, but it's not going to be plain sailing…