Where am I? I set down the cube and looked around at the endless sea of grain around me. I couldn't see anything but golden wheat against a bright blue sky. Not knowing what to do, I turned to the shed and pulled at the door, but it didn't budge.

I thought freedom was what I had wanted. I thought it was all I needed. But I was wrong. What was I to do? All I could do now was live out my short sad life ahead of me, leaving all of Aperture behind.

I banged against the door and let out a scream. It still didn't move. I gave the door one final kick and sat down on the cube, my face in my hands and sobbing. Why is this my life? Who the hell am I and what purpose do I have? None. I knew that much. I raised my face from my hands and looked out across the field. It never seemed to end. How was I going to get out of here? Then I decided. I wasn't.

I would stay here, either till I could return to Aperture or die. I have no other purpose. There's nothing I can do from here. Perhaps back in the lab there was another exit, in a place where I could actually go somewhere.

I should hate GLaDOS after all we've been through, but to be honest, I didn't. In fact I pitied her. Who she is, who she used to be, and what she is to become.

I shook my head and turned to the shed again, leaning against the door. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be who and where I am. My life wouldn't be this much of a shitstorm if it weren't for her. My pity shifted to anger.

She wanted to harm Wheatley. She hated him with everything she had.

I resented her for that.

I thought of the time she called me her best friend. Anger shifted to sadness. It meant a lot to me, and still did. Because it was honest.

She told me she deleted Caroline and that she didn't really care for me, but I know that Caroline's still there, somewhere deep within GLaDOS's mind, still caring.

I wondered what future lay in front of GLaDOS; what was to become of her. She said she had found two other robots built specifically for testing, but I still had to wonder. Even with the vast warehouses of parts, I still imagined that at some point it must come to an end. What would she do then? I couldn't imagine what would happen to her, and I didn't want to.

I stood up and looked around once more. Nothing but wheat surrounded me. I watched as a bird flew across the sky ahead of me.

It made me think of Wheatley and his use of the bird eggs to stop the door, and the mother bird attacking him. I giggled at the thought, but the laugh soon turned to a sob.

I missed him; so much. I wanted Wheatley back; sweet, adorable Wheatley. Not hateful, power-hungry Wheatley, but the sweet little idiotic core who did his best to help me escape. Which in the end, he did.

I choked and wiped my eyes. I wanted the pain to end. I didn't want memories of Wheatley and GLaDOS to bring me pain; I wanted to laugh and think fondly of them. But I couldn't. Anger began to surge within me.

Why did I have to suffer this? Why couldn't I just live a normal life like everyone else on this damn planet?

I went to the shed and punched the door. A surge of pain seared through my fist as I let out a cry, and blood began to well from my knuckles. I sat down on the cube once more and sobbed with my face in my hands.

What future did I have? Why should I even try to live on after all that had happened?

I stood up. I decided that I would, no matter what. I picked up the cube and began walking into the field, leaving the shed and my painful memories behind.

I walked and walked for what seemed like miles. Everywhere I went, all I could see was wheat all around me.

I began to lose hope, and turned back to the direction in which I came, where the shed would be.

Night began to fall as I caught distant sight of the shed. A faint blue glow emitted from the shed from the vast laboratory below. When I had still been in the lab, I had no concept of day or night; it wasn't like I had any way of telling. It didn't matter anyway; I hardly slept from the adrenaline gas GLaDOS circulated. Now that I had been exposed to the fresh air of the outside world, I no longer felt any rush of energy bursting through me, and began to become very drowsy.

I had nowhere to sleep, short of the ground. I gave the shed door one last tug, and when it didn't open, I just plopped down on the ground in front of it and closed my eyes, resting my head against the tin door.

I immediately fell asleep.