This is a preview of the sequel to this story, in which... well, you'll have to figure it out. :)

The plane was relatively quiet the day they disembarked. Wheatley looked out the window at the blue sky which he hadn't seen in so long. He remembered the last time he'd been in a plane; when he'd made his voyage from Britain to America. And now he was going back. Not only that, but he was going with the woman he loved. Chell was equally amazed at the view, though it was obvious that she was anxious. "Are you sure I'll like it there?"

Wheatley took in the sweetness of her voice, which still broke from time to time from lack of use. "Trust me, you'll love it." Ever since he had been put back in his human body, he had been able to feel emotions. Not the cheap, simulated emotions he'd had when he was a core, but real, sometimes frightening emotions. And those feeling existed only for the woman sitting next to him.

She nodded, but her worried expression never left. He took her hand in an effort to reassure her, which appeared to work.

"Attention, passengers. We will be arriving at Gatwick Airport in about fifteen minutes. Please buckle your seat belts and gather your belongings."

Wheatley smiled. "It's time."