Landing
Wheatley closed his shutters tight, waiting for the final blow, waiting to die, once and for all. But it didn't come. Was he still falling? How would he find out, he was in space! Wheatley couldn't bear it any more. Very slowly, he opened his shutters a tiny crack; All he could see was the starry sky above him, the endless darkness of space. Was he dead? If so, there wasn't much difference. He opened his shutters fully and looked around him. He was very close to the moon; infact, somehow, he was hovering only a few feet above it. He had the vague feeling someone was holding onto him, so he turned to face them.
"Argh!" He yelled in shock as he saw an ominous-looking astronaut looking down at him. "Where's your face?- I mean- hello! You just- you just saved me! Wow!" He looked up at the astronaut in awe. "Uh, do you know if you can get us out of here?" Wheatley asked. "I've been trapped up here for a while now... So if you do know the way out of here, that would be amazing if you could take me back home. You know, just give me a lift. Up to you really. Put it this way, I can't move by myself and I will be stuck on the moon forever if you don't take me back. By myself."
The astronaut carried Wheatley along the rocky surface of the moon. "Whoa, glad I didn't hit that," He said looking at the hard stone. "Imagine that! I probably would have died!" He laughed nervously. "Actually, that's not really that funny when you think about it, is it..." He added, trying not to imagine how much pain he would have been in if he hadn't been caught.
Wheatley was now at the shuttle. As he looked up into the starry sky he saw the space core. Would he be okay on his own? He had never been good company, but if Wheatley was left completely alone in space he was sure he'd probably have gone more corrupt than the space core. He was reassured, however, by a very distant "Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace..."
"Whoa, what are you doing with me? Leave me alone, please! Argh!" Wheatley panicked as he was stuffed into a bag. "Will I be coming out of here? Any time? Because this is actually worse than being stranded in space... don't know if you know what it's like but it is not a good feeling. Hello? Are you still there? Can you hear me?" What was going on? Where was he? He felt the bag being crammed carelessly into a box and he was now completely blinded by the darkness, and surrounded by the terribly familiar, sterile smell that haunted Aperture...
Suddenly he heard an engine start up. It was very loud and filled his sound receptors. "Could someone turn that off please?" He shouted over the deafening sound. But it continued and became louder as he felt himself being lifted off the moon by the shuttle.
The journey lasted a long time, and it wasn't the most comfortable journey. In fact it was probably the most painful and chaotic journey he had ever experienced, unless falling off his management rail was called a journey. There was now no gravity in the shuttle and although Wheatley was used to floating around space, he was not used to floating around a cargo department in a shuttle and hitting heavy containers filled with moon rock.
After a long time, Wheatley heard a very faint, muffled, but strangly familiar voice, over the sound of the engine. He could just make out what it was saying;
"Warning- Approaching Earth's gravitational field in three... "
A horrible realisation hit Wheatley like a bolt of lighting...
"...two..."
...It was the Aperture announcer's voice.
"...one..."