Doug was able to have his and Mikey's food delivered to the chamber. They sat in silence for a few minutes while they ate chicken nuggets and mac n cheese. Mikey had no idea what Doug wanted to talk to him about, and frankly, it made him pretty nervous.

"So," he said. "Did you want to talk about something?"

"Uh, yeah," Doug said awkwardly. "Sorry. You just sort of remind me of myself before I started working here. And the facility is pumping chemicals in my brain that make me want to socialize, which I'm not used to doing at all."

"Yeah, so you used to be a programmer here?" Mikey asked, not sure what to say exactly. "I'm a programmer back at the compound we live in."

"Ah," Doug said. "That's why you reminded me of myself. There's just something about programmers."

"We're weird and organized," Mikey chimed in. "So did you help build this system that you're hooked up to?"

"Yeah," Doug said solemnly. "I helped connect the system to all of the files ever saved on the Aperture servers. That way, if something is deleted from a computer, it's still saved in the system. And it never leaves the system even after a meltdown."

"That's kind of awesome," Mikey said. "So you must have a lot of information on this place."

"Yeah, I do," Doug said. "It's a little hard to navigate through all of it, though. It's so overwhelming."

"Is there any way I could check it out?" Mikey asked. "I'd love to dig through some files on this place."
"I guess you can," Doug said with uncertainty. He brought a computer and chair into the room for Mikey to use.

"Sweet!" Mikey said as he sat in the chair. "I promise I won't mess anything up."

This didn't make Doug feel any better, but he hoped that maybe the kid could do something to help.

"If you find anything about testing and the euphoric release connected to that, could you let me know?" he asked.

"Yeah," Mikey said. "What exactly is that?"

"Well, the mainframe makes me want to perform tests or experiments on subjects," Doug said. "When I get results, the mainframe releases dopamine as encouragement. This was something that was added later on in the project. While I'm not testing, I get sort of irritable because I feel a need to test and I know how to satisfy it, but I can't do anything about it."

"That sounds like a real design flaw," Mikey said. "You can't deactivate it?"

"It's hardwired in."

"Damn. Well, I'll search around for this to see what I can do."

Mikey started to navigate through the dozens of folders that only took him to even more folders. There were so many folders of information about the facility that he wasn't exactly sure where to start.

As Mikey clicked away on the mouse, Doug decided to try to look through the security camera footage. Maybe he would get some clues on where Nora and GLaDOS' head went. He got distracted, though, when he noticed how far back the dates went for security footage. There were dates all the way back to when Cave Johnson had first built the building. Doug became curious and found the date when first started working here.

He watched himself as he walked into the facility with his messenger bag. He could see the nervous look in his eyes that would only get worse over the years. It was surreal to see his younger self like this. He felt like yelling at himself to leave now while he still could. It was far too late, though.

"Hey, Doug," Mikey suddenly said. "There are folders in here with pictures and transcripts about you. I think I might have found your memories."

"Don't go through those!" Doug commanded, his face turning red as he thought back to his date with Valentine. "Uh, just leave that stuff alone. It's not right to go through someone else's memories."

"Okay, okay," Mikey said. "Chill, man. I'll leave it alone."

Doug tried to regain his composure as he went back to the security footage. He found the day in which GLaDOS gassed the facility. His coworkers panicked and choked on the fumes. Past-Doug covered his mouth and nose as he scrambled for a supply closet. Once inside, he found a multi-tool that he used to take off a vent cover. Even from the odd angle in the supply closet, Doug could still clearly see his own hands shaking uncontrollably as he twisted the screws out. With some effort, he was able to pull himself up into the vent. It was a small vent but big enough for him to crawl on his elbows.

He couldn't find himself clearly on footage again for quite a while. At least not until the day that Chell caused a meltdown of the system. He watched himself sprinting for her chamber and arriving in time to see the immediate aftermath. He watched through outside cameras as he made it to the surface with his Companion Cube. Chell was dragged back into the facility by a Party-Escort Bot and Doug was forced to delve back in to help her.

There was a surprising amount of footage of him running through the facility to find Chell in the Long-Term Relaxation Center. Then he hurried toward the cryo-control but was shot in the leg by a turret. He cringed as he watched his past self drag his bleeding leg on the ground. He could see himself start to lose consciousness and his pulse was racing all over again from the situation.

There was at least an hour of footage in which he just lied on the floor unconscious. It made him feel uneasy to see so much blood around him. He finally did wake up, though, and he conversed with the Cube for a few moments. It was odd to see him talking to the Cube but not being able to hear it talk back. He reset the fuses and turned on Chell's Relaxation Chamber. Then he climbed into a stasis pod and let it close on him.

Years later, the pod opened up again and he was startled awake. He jumped out and hurried for the Relaxation Center. From then on, there were only fleeting glances of him as he traveled throughout the facility with Wheatley and Nora.

"Oh! I found it!" Mikey suddenly said, tearing Doug's attention away from the footage. "Okay, I…don't think I can disable it. But I can alter it."

"Alter it in what way?" Doug asked hesitantly.

"I can change what it is that you need to get that euphoria. I can change it to something completely harmless."

"That's good, I guess," Doug said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Hold on," Mikey said, typing away on the keyboard. "Okay, I changed it."

"To what?" Doug demanded. "And why couldn't you have consulted me first on it?"

"Relax, man," Mikey said. "It's something nice and harmless. You'll see what it is soon enough, I promise. I also toned down the euphoric release because I noticed that the dosage was way too high."

"Uh, thanks, I guess," Doug murmured.

"Hey, uh, do you mind if I head to the cafeteria? I want to see how my friend is doing. She's been kind of…moody lately."

"Go ahead," Doug said. "I'll just be in here. Tell everyone to come back in here when they're done eating."

"I will," Mikey said, heading for the door. "Seeya."

Doug continued to watch the footage of the whole Wheatley fiasco. It made him grimace as he felt Wheatley's memories lingering in the mainframe.