Prompt: Chell and Wheatley are stuck in a corn maze.
"I'm absolutely sure it's this way, dearest, don't doubt my natural sense of direction."
"We already went that way, and it was a dead end."
"Are you sure, luv?"
"I am absolutely positive, Wheatley."
Chell couldn't help smiling at Wheatley dragging her all around the corn maze. He had already suggested just picking a direction and heading through the corn to get out, but Chell told him it was against the rules. Holding onto his hand so they wouldn't be separated, she knew that they would get out eventually.
He'd either stumble on the exit, or she would get them there. They wouldn't need to call staff members or ask for directions, like others occasionally had to do.
Finally, he went back, retracing their steps and finding themselves back at the entrance. Chell was sure the exit was down the middle path – it had taken them the farthest back, and had more forks than the rest of them. But deciding to see if it wasn't, she let Wheatley tug her down the leftmost way, seeing where it took them. Naturally, they came upon another dead end, and Wheatley groaned, attempting to lean into the corn stalks before slipping through them and falling back onto the dirt.
"Ack! Chell! Chell help!" Kicking out and reaching for stalks, Wheatley was desperate to escape the prison as Chell merely grabbed his hands and heaved him out, trying her best to dust him off afterwards and finally deciding it was time for her to take over getting them out of the maze.
They were going to finish it, because it should be easy.
"Come on," she said, taking his hand instead and walking back with him to the middle path, where they did eventually find their way out, Wheatley saying the entire time that he "could've gotten them there, luv, his directional navigational system must've been switched off at some point", while Chell rolled her eyes, thinking back to the time Wheatley had struggled with the map of the subway system and overshot his destination by three stops before he realized something was wrong.
"Mazes are so hard, luv," he muttered as she finally saw the banner indicating the exit ahead, moving a little faster to finally get out. Silently nodding in agreement, Chell pulled them out into the open fields, where they were congratulated and offered corn that was freshly cooked.
Wheatley refused. He'd seen enough corn for today.