Grabmegrabmegrabmegrabme!...

Garret woke with a start. He wasn't sure how, but he knew that in that dream (was it a dream?) that he had taken Wheatley's place. He had experienced the painful transfer into the mainframe. Felt firsthand how it used your personality against you. Known the overwhelming rush of seeing everything at once.

And then there was that Itch, Poor Wheatley would have had no idea what to do with something like that. For the first time, Garret understood what could drive a man to murder.

But it wasn't murder, not really, how could you murder a lesser species? That woman was a vandal, a virus, bent on destroying everything he had worked for, everything he had built from the ground up. She had to be eradicated like the pest she was.

"Hello, this is the part where I-"

Garret shook himself, that mainframe really was poison. Of course, that didn't excuse what Wheatley had done, but it did mean that it wasn't entirely his fault, and that maybe, just maybe, Chell had been right to forgive him.

With that, Garret made his decision. It would take Wheatley a while to earn back his trust, but Garret would give him another try.

Outside of Garret's house, a pale man in an expensive looking suit stood waiting, invisible to the human eye. As Garret went back to sleep, the strange man allowed himself a rare smile.

"You may thank me...later...Mr….Wheatley."