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Portal 3 Chapter 12Kayla was not there. Roscoe looked around in a panic afraid that in her upset state she had done something really stupid. However, he was relieved to find her backpack lying on the roof underneath the light of the full moon. She had left with it, and he knew that she would not go anywhere without it. If Kayla had not gone after GLADOS, there was only one other place that she could be. Roscoe looked up and waited.Portal 3 Chapter 12 by InGodzHandz
When Kayla was little, she and her grandfather would have contests to see who could fly the highest. It was through these experiences that Kayla found her special place. Whenever she was upset or just needed to think, she would always fly into the sky. She would fly as high as she could go before she was unable to breathe and just stay up there for as long as she could. Kayla loved being in the sky. In the sky, she was closer to God and she could think clearly. In the sky, the entire world looked so tiny and ins
Portal 3 Chapter 11Hugo, Roscoe, and Brandon got the message from Zaki and Sylvie. They were to meet up with the others and get directions from Sylvie to find Chelsea. They could find Sylvie by following the directions in the vents that Kayla had been marking up all week. Their task now was to find a ventilation system.Portal 3 Chapter 11 by InGodzHandz
After their night of rest on top of the testing chamber, Hugo flew Brandon and Roscoe to a pathway grating that looked promising. After walking for almost the entire day, they came to a wall.
“Great,” Hugo said. “A dead end!”
“Not necessarily,” Brandon said walking past him.
He got up on the railing of the grating and phased his head through the wall in order to get a good look inside. What he saw was shocking.
“Holy shit,” Brandon said pulling his head back. “You two need to see this. You are not going to believe this!”
Roscoe and Hugo got up on the rail
You are MineAll I knowYou are Mine by deng-li-xin32
is I am worthless,
I am nothing.
Nothing to give,
nothing to bring;
only a burden,
trouble and pain.
And words fail
because you know
but you don't care,
and run to meet me
where my feet falter;
and your arms fall round me,
I feel your tears on my face,
and nothing else matters
except your words:
"You are mine."