This was it.

The moment Wheatley had been waiting for ever since he saw that vacation magazine in Employee Lounge C#89.

The door slowly started unlocking...

And then... "OW! bloody hell, why is it so BRIGHT?!"

After about twenty minutes of muttering curses at the sun the pain went away and he could see...

Wheat.

Everywhere.

So. Disappointing.

But, off in the distance there was a barely noticeable box that resembled a cabin.

Wait, that was a cabin.

So Wheatley started walking towards the cabin.

It had taken nearly an hour, but he made it to the back of the cabin and went around to the front.

And he saw an old man sitting in a chair on his porch holding a shotgun.

"Hey! You there! What are you doing on my property?" The man yelled.

"I, uhm, I, well, I just walked for... Quite a while, actually, and I wanted to know if you might know where a town was, or anything?" He sort-of-asked.

"Well, there's one off that way, about an hour's walk from here." The man told him.

"Oh, well, thank you!" Wheatley said to the man.

"Don't mention it, I'm just glad you ain't one of them traveling bandits."

Ignoring what the man said for the moment, Wheatley started walked towards the town.

When he got there, the town Sheriff noticed him and asked him for his 'Inter-City ID', not knowing what this 'ID' was, he told the Sheriff that he didn't. So he was escorted to the police department, and placed into the Questioning Room.

Outside the door, Wheatley overheard two men talking.

"He doesn't have any prison tattoos or criminal marks, I say he's good."

"Yeah, but how do we know that he isn't a psychopath or a pervert or something?"

"This is just like that last girl, let's just give him the 3 month temp and see what he does here, just like that girl."

"Okay, but if he turns out to be a criminal, it's your job."

"That's what you said last time." The other man said, laughing.

When a man came into the room Wheatley was in, Wheatley waited for him to speak.

"Well, I think you're good to go. We're going to give you a 3 month temporary ID card, do NOT lose it. After that three month period, you will be reviewed to see if you are worthy of a full ID card." The man said to him.

"Well, um, I think I get that part... But uh, what exactly is the purpose of an 'ID card'?" Wheatley said, air quotes and all.

"Well, it's to let the government know how many people are in each town, and it's also a safeguard to prevent crime. You've gotta have your card every time you buy something, or enter a store, so if you steal something we'll know who you are, and where you live."

"Oh, well, thank you."

"Have you got a place to stay? I can hook you up with Michael, he's got a position open in the coffee shop he owns."

Wheatley, who hadn't even thought about that until now, accepted that man's offer. "That'd be great! I'm sure taking people's orders for coffee will be loads easier than dodging turrets and lasers!"

"Uhuh, say, where are you from? I don't know any place that makes turrets anymore."

"Well, it's-Actually, I'm not allowed to say, you know, signed my name on the non-disclosure agreement."

"Okay... Well, we'd better get going, Michael's not gonna keep his shop open all day."

"Yes, you're probably right. Well, after you."

And so, Wheatley took the first step into his new life.

And promptly got smacked in the face by a door someone was opening.