Wheatley sat squirming in place, cyan eyes darting back and forth. He quietly observed the severely darkened clouds blanketing the sky. He bit his lip as low rumbles manifested in the distance. He had never seen this type of weather before. Not that he'd seen much, considering he spent his whole life up until that point inside Aperture.

"Hey, uh, lady, are you sure this kind of thing is normal? Because I'll be honest, this is looking a little odd." Wheatley said anxiously. Chell, who was seated beside him, nodded calmly. The android's attention was drawn back to the window by the sound of a light pitter-pattering against the ground. A sudden panic filled his general being as he realized the source of the noise to be water hitting the lawn.

"Ch-Chell! There's water coming from the sky!" He called back. Chell disregarded him. The brunette stepped away from the window, becoming increasingly nervous as the force of the rain intensified.

A sudden flash across the sky followed with a loud boom was what truly startled him. He jumped, a scream leaving his lips. He waited a moment, and when the action repeated itself he scrambled behind the chair in the corner of the room.

"Wh-what the bloody Hell was that!?" he squealed, his voice cracking. Before Chell could retrieve her clipboard and pencil, Wheatley had let out another girlish scream and headed for his bedroom. She rolled her eyes, cracking an amused smile. That man could be so ridiculous.

Two hours rolled by and she hadn't heard from Wheatley. It was best not to leave the likes of him alone for too long or disaster would surely ensue. So she got up to check on him. What she saw when she entered his room threw her into a fit of laughter. There he was positioned under two umbrellas, three more unopened ones at his side. His legs were pulled up to his chest and he was dressed in a rain coat, galoshes and a pot as a makeshift hat. His face went from frightened to frustrated as this event occurred.

"It's not funny! I could die any second!" he cried defensively. A particularly audible crash from outside caused him to bury his head in his arms and send him spiraling back into fits of whimpers and squeaks. Chell sighed sympathetically. He was right. She shouldn't have laughed. He was obviously terrified. She knew he hated being anywhere near water for fear of short circuiting. The former test subject sat down beside him, wrapping her arm around his back. Almost like a child and its mother, Wheatley automatically clung to her for safety.

"H-how much longer do you think this will go on...?" He asked. Chell shrugged, pulling him closer. She ran his fingers through his hair softly, as if to say that he would be fine so long as she was there.