Chell mentally patted herself on the back for remembering human etiquette as they struggled to walk down the steeply sloping slipper hill. "Ah... I'm sorry but, I don't exactly know what I should act like when we're walking around, I mean, I do know my english and all that and what not to say, but... The paths and wheel boxes confuse me so..." Chell chuckled under her breath and point at his eyes, and motioned to her legs. "Follow your ways?"' She nodded. "This is going to be difficult if you won't talk..." Chell glared at him and let go of his hand. "Sooorry! Sorry. Yeah, the brain damage... I forgot about that... Sorry, truly..." He trailed off as they stopped before the sidewalk. Wheatley was a little frightened by the sudden wildness in Chell's eyes. "H-... Here goes life!" He murmured as they simultaneously stepped onto the concrete, into society.

Wheatley was in total awe of the city. So much life and joy. Humans never seemed happy at Aperture, unless they were drugged. Or insane. There were quite a few people like that. He kept a close watch on Chell's feet, though. Following her through the twists and turns. Chell had remembered what to do at crosswalks, Thank god, she thought. Wheatley was thirsty for the sights, and extremely curious. "Hang in there, there will be plenty time to enjoy all of the eventually," Wheatley whispered to himself.

Just then, Chell stopped and Wheatley almost bumped into her. She'd stopped in front of a huge tan building that read "Swickem's Hospitality Hotel". "A hotel?" Wheatley said quizzically. "Is this one of those places for sick people?" Chell shook her head as he held the door for her. "Is this one of those places that takes in the humans with no money?" Chell shook her head again and pointed to a picture on the wall of a woman and a man standing in front of a bed with a suitcase. "Oh, this is one of those places where you can stay for a few nights and they'll make your bed and bring you food?" Chell shrugged and nodded at the same time as if to say "More or less." "Ok, I think I have some idea of what to do..." Wheatley mumbled as he approached the dapper young gentleman at the desk.

"Ah... Hello, sir, we're not exactly from around here... We were wondering if you could spare us two, um... Rooms? We don't mind what condition they're in."

"Why, of course sir! Call it... 70 bucks a room." The young man had an obnoxious ring to his voice.

"Bucks? Um..."

"Dollars, man. Really?" The man at the desk deflated as if he'd used up all of his fake happiness in his first answer.

"Oh! Yes, well we don't- we're coming from a strange situation and we just need a place to rest, but we don't really have the money to pay..."

"Well then, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"But-"

"Get out of here, bum."

Just when Wheatley was about to walk away, a busty woman in a dark purple business suit walked in. "Jeremy! We don't talk to our guests like that. What's the problem here?"

"The dude can't pay."

"Not a problem. We are Swickem's HOS-PIT-AL-IT-Y after all, grumpy." The woman emphasised every syllable to "Jeremy" and laughed a deep and jolly laugh as she directed Wheatley and Chell into the elevator.

"So where are you two coming from? Are ya hitch-hikers?" She casually asked as Chell silently despised being in an elevator.

"Well, not exactly, I'm Wheatley, and this Chell, we've been ah... relocated."

The woman looked at him curiously. "If you say so." She said, as she lead them to their rooms, two small carpeted cozy little spaces at the end of the hallway.

"Thank you so, so much." Wheatley was half falling asleep as he opened his door. Chell nodded and smiled at the purple-clad woman.

"Enjoy your stay!" The busty woman turned sharply and headed back to the elevator.

"Night, luv. See you in the morning, Bright and early, eh?" Wheatley said sleepily to Chell, who waved and yawned. They both entered their rooms and fell asleep as soon as they flopped onto the cheap and hard but warm mattresses.