She had feared it. She had feared it from the day she'd moved here. And here it was, happening right before her very eyes. Amy had a very tight grip on her shirt, and she was running to the car as fast as she could.
"Honey," she heard her husband say while she was putting Amy in the car."Where do you plan to go?" His voice was swimming in panic and worry. She took one look at him and knew right where she was going.
"Mark," she said, trying not to choke on her own words "we have no choice." She got in the drivers seat of the car and quickly started it. Mark walked up to the window and put his head in.
"I think you should stay there too." He said, looking straight and deep into his wife's eyes, "just until this is over."
"No." she protested, "I need to be here. Plus I can get some weapons where I'm going, I'll bring them back and we will have more of an advantage."
"Chell, if any thing happens to you I will never be able to live with myself." He said, now slightly annoyed with his wife's stubbornness.
She, not hearing what he is saying, said back "I'm going to leave Amy and then I will be back soon. Stay alive at least until then, ok?" He was very reluctant, but nodded. She drove off and almost broke the speed barrier doing it.
"Mommy," a small voice from the backseat cried, "Mommy, I'm scared.".
"It's going to be ok. Mommy will handle this." Chell replied, though she was not convinced herself.
They drove, in silence for what seemed like hours (even though the facility was only about 15 minutes away.) Chell could only think about how long it had been. After she was let out of Aperture, she had enrolled in a college, where she met Mark. Not one month into it, she began having a strange emotion. It wasn't sadness, or worry; it was a longing, but for what? She had told herself that she could never EVER miss that homicidal manic of an AI! But she did. So she had gone back, and went back weekly for the next 2 years. The last time she saw her was when Amy was born, and never again. Amy was now 4, and had never met nor heard of her. At that moment, Chell's train of thought was broken by her car hitting a bump, resulting in her hitting her head against the roof of the car.
Amy saw this and yelled out "Mommy, are you ok?" in a worried tone.
"Mommy's fine dear. She just hit her head a little." Chell's head did hurt a little, but she was too focused on the task at hand. She looked down at the gas gauge only to see that she had enough gas to get home, but not enough to go the rest of the way to the facility. She figured that it wasn't that far away, and shut the car off.
"Where are we?" Amy chimed in from the back seat. Well, they WERE in a middle of a wheat field not to far form Aperture Laboratories, but saying that would just spark more questions from Amy. Chell just ignored the question. While she was getting Amy out of the car, it all started to sink in again. How much danger her husband was in, how much danger her friends were in. Once she got Amy out, Chell started running, no, SPRINTING towards the old shed. She saw that it was not far, but with every step, it seemed to get further. The wheat surrounding her kept whipping her face, and Amy's grip grew tighter on her shoulder (in her other hand Amy held her teddy bear). She started to wonder if GLaDOS would recognize her. Well, her hair was still in that carelessly put-in ponytail, as was Amy's, and she hadn't changed that much from the last time she was here. As soon as she made it to the shed she started banging her fists on the door. She didn't know why she was putting so much force into it; its not like GLaDOS had not let her in before. But, in her state of panic, all of her energy was put in to wanting in. The door opened and once inside she could see that the elevator was coming up. Yep, she remembered her. The elevator opened and she stepped inside, it made a loud "CLANK" noise as it started its decent. Now, Amy's hand was so far dug into her shoulder that Chell was sure she was going to start bleeding in a minute.
