I awoke not in the wheat field, but in a dimly lit test chamber. The room was closed and had no obstacle; just one large room of white panels with a door on the other end. In the corner beside me lay a portal gun, and I quickly picked it up, anxiously awaiting whatever was to come.

I began making my way across the room and to the door ahead of me. I kept walking and walking, but I never seemed to get closer to the door. I began to run, but no matter how fast I went, I never got closer to the door.

Coming to my senses I eventually I blasted a portal beside the door, and another at my feet. The portal formed. Instead of landing beside the door, I just fell. I kept falling and falling, my destination unknown.

I fell longer than I had when GLaDOS and I fell from the shaft after Wheatley's take-over of the facility.

Eventually I slammed hard on the ground below me, bits of rubble crumbling down to the floor with me. I silently praised my long-fall boots and leg braces as I had many times before for bracing my fall.

I looked around, but couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. I stumbled around in the dark, looking for a passage; a light; a sign; anything to tell me where I was.

"1 in 6 children will be invaded by the Dutch."

I turned around; anxiously searching for the source of the familiar voice.

"The Fact core is the best core, and gives 100% factual facts."

I turned again, but couldn't see any sign of the core.

"The chance of you surviving is one in nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine…."

I eventually saw it hanging above me; a faint pink glow of the core's optic.

"Space is a non-existent theory composed by Swedish soldiers in hopes of returning home from war."

I jumped in an attempt to reach the core, but it was too high. I looked down at my feet, where I stood on a patch of conversion gel. I aimed a portal down at my feet; a blue oval lighting up beneath me.

I didn't know whether or not I could place a portal above the core, but I would certainly try.

I shot another portal above the core, and I dropped through the ground. I dropped on the core and fell with it to the ground. I held the core in my hands, looking at it for a long while.

"The Fact core is scientifically proven to be the best core."

Holding him made me think of Wheatley.

"Only the Fact core can provide the best facts."

Tears of frustration began to form in my eyes. Why did he have to stay? Why couldn't it have been him flung out into space, and not Wheatley? Anger welled up inside of me as I dropped the core. I soon gave it a kick.

"Do not kick the Fact core; Fact core is the greatest core."

SHUT UP! I wanted to scream

"The Fact core is the greatest core," it repeated.

"SHUT UP!" I finally yelled. "The Fact core is NOT the best core, dammit!" It was the first time I had spoken in years.

I was so angry at the core for something he couldn't even help. I just wanted to scream into oblivion; fling him out into space to suffer like Wheatley didn't deserve to. I just wanted Wheatley back. I gave the core one last kick and walked away, not knowing where I was going or why. After a few steps I turned back to the core.

"Fuck you," I whispered.

I turned and stepped forward again, and as I took another step the floor fell through, and I began to fall again. Down and down I went, falling and falling. I fell for a few minutes, and then fell through another floor. This time I soon slammed to another floor, winding me and rendering me breathless.

I gasped and stood up, and looked around for where I was. Nothing. I saw nothing. Everything was pitch black. My eyes were still wet from my encounter with the Fact core, and I wiped them with my arm. All of a sudden a bright light shone upon me. I turned to find its source above me.

Below the flashlight, I saw a single blue optic.I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Wheatley.

"Hello luv!" he said in his bouncy voice. All I could see of him was his flashlight and cheery blue optic. I ran to him. He was now across the wide room we were in. I ran faster, not bothering to look and determine whether there were any obstacles I needed to avoid. Even as I was picking up more speed, I never got any closer to him. I ran and ran, never leaving my spot on the floor. Wheatley turned and rode farther away on his management rail.

Wheatley! Wait! I wanted to yell. No words came to my lips.

He turned one last time as I finally caught up to him, blinding me with his bright flashlight.

I woke to the bright sunlight piercing my eyes. I had fallen asleep with my head and arms on the companion cube.

I looked up and surveyed the land around me, which hadn't changed since I first fell asleep. I looked down at my arms. They were drenched with tears. I must have been crying in my sleep.

Then I remembered. The dream. The anger; the sadness; everything. My thoughts shifted to Wheatley, looking down at me once again from his management rail. I held back a cry of frustration and buried my face in my arms on the cube.