A/N: Hi peeps! Just a little idea I had earlier… this may or may not be continued… not sure at this point… feel free to review and, if you feel like it, please let me know if this would be a good story to keep going! Thanks! ;3

The wind was bitter cold, and snowflakes calmly drifted around her but she never cared. She just kept walking. The woods trail she followed was not just any trail to her; it reminded her of her freedom. Something she had now that she didn't back /there/. Ever since she was released, she would come back this way and walk this path at least once a month. Walking it gave her strength and reminded her of what she's been through and that she's still alive to tell the tale.

She was nearing the end of the trail when she noticed something very out of the ordinary. Her peaceful, serene state was abruptly broken as her vigilant, quick persona set in. Luckily, with the help of a few doctors and psychiatrists, she was able to speak; quietly, but surely. She walked closer to the unidentified thing on the ground only to discover what it really was.

A man.

His pale blue three-quarter-sleeve shirt was ripped and torn in some places and the skin showing on his body was an unearthly pale, aside from his lips, which were a blue-ish-purple. She took one of his arms and held her fingers to his wrist. His pulse was slow and faint, but he was still alive… barely.

"H-Hello?! Sir, can you hear me?!" she shouted as loud as she could, which really wasn't much of a shout at all.

"I… f-f-find… find… h-her… need… t-t-t-to… s-sorry…" the man whispered in a sleep like state.

"Just stay awake. I'm going to call the paramedics. You're going to be okay," she reassured as she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a cell phone and dialed three numbers. After a series of electronic beeps, she heard a woman pick up on the other line.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

She explained everything she knew about the man, and where he was.

"Okay, there should be paramedics arriving at you location in less than ten minutes. In the meantime, I would like to know if this man has an identity or a name."

"I-I don't know," she stuttered uselessly.

"Does he have a work badge or driver's license?"

She cautiously dug into the man's pockets to find a wallet or card or something. After a moment she found an old brown wallet. She opened it and searched around for any identification cards.

One card struck her eye.

"Aperture Science Employee"

Her eyes scanned the card, and she almost froze altogether when she read the name.

"Wheatley"