Wheatley stood up again, feeling a weird dizziness that could only be described as blood rushing to his head. This time, he was able to maintain the standing position. He looked down at his feet and eyes them curiously. Feet were weird. They were difficult to deal with. How on earth did humans [i]use[/i] these without falling on their faces all the time?

A voice pulled his attention back to his original curiosity. "Hello?" It said. It sounded like a man's voice. Wheatley's head snapped in the direction from which it came and saw him some ways off, not totally clear.

He turned his whole body toward the man and straightened his glasses for a better look. "H-hello." He started off, giving the man an awkward crooked smile. "You don't happen to know what's going on, do you? I certainly don't. I just woke up in the grass and was like, 'this isn't space!' and i stood up- oh standing! what a challenge that was! How you people do it so effortlessly?- Anyways. That's not the point. Do you know where we are?"

By now the clouds had started to clear and the sun poked through them, birds casting shadows as they flew overhead. The wind had died down a bit too.