Wheatley stared in awe as another man fell from the sky and landed, unharmed, on the ground a little ways off. That right there was proof that this was an elaborate game GLaDOS was playing on him. The man must have been wearing Longfall boots because the fall didn't kill him.
As the man approached Wheatley and the others, he noticed that he *wasn't* wearing Longfall boots. This boggled Wheatley's already shaken mind. What on earth was going on here?
"Washington? You mean to tell me we're not in Michigan anymore?" The pieces were, however jumbled and confusing, were actually starting to come together and paint a some-what sensible picture. This really wasn't GLaDOS' doing. "Sheesh. I think I'm losing my mind!"
"*System overload. Reboot in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...*" A metallic voice came from Wheatley that wasn't his own voice. He didn't have long to react before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed again. With in a minute, the voice came back. "*Systems fully functional. No viruses detected.*"
Wheatley sat up, pressing a palm to his forehead. He looked at the people around him. "Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting it, otherwise I would have sat down *before* the reboot. Hell, I didn't even know I *could* reboot. I guess I'm not as human as I thought." He chuckled nervously. He was going to continue, but he got the feeling that the others were getting annoyed.