wheatings
The halls of Aperture were as quiet as they always had been. The sounds of machinery, the soft clacking of her Long Fall Boots on the walkways... The distant sound of a majorly disappointed GLaDOS. Just another day in hell, the only place with a clear way of how to survive and a possible boost to finding where humanity lay.
It's the only reason she came back after the great escape. There was no worries either about getting out again. Chell could do it, no doubt about it.
The only thing that worried her was the sound of familiar chatter down the halls.
Supposedly, the blue core that had caused such a disturbance in her life was still up in space, but if Chell wasn't going crazy (and she sure hoped she wasn't), then the chattering said far different. Unlike tests and critical moments of life or death, Chell didn't know what to think of the possibility.
She was still terribly sore over his betrayal before, being mocked by the one... Thing of Aperture origin she'd let her trust fall into. Oh god, did she hate it so. She thought he'd help her out because he wanted it too and look what happened. Charred walls still being tended to by GLaDOS and an ache in Chell's heart that she had to constantly deny.
She didn't like considering herself weak in any way, much less caused by Whea- No. No, she wasn't going to even think his name. It wasn't worth her time.
But enough moping in the past. There was a present to tend to. Chell pulled herself away from the railings and kept walking on, carefully trying to avoid any traps GLaDOS might send her way...
Until the lady and the robot ran into each other and tumbled to the ground in a surprised and panicked heap.
