"It's for your benefit, mate," he quipped, glancing from side to side and casting the flashlight beam around the dusty room. "I mean, if you'd been the one to fall down the hole, I'd want to know if you were dead or not."

The bunkers were much less exciting than he'd pictured--Wheatley had half-anticipated a miniature Aperture, but this was just a bunch of dusty tarp and cans. Maybe the little mini-Aperture was down the hall.

"Should be, ah. White panels, maybe. Not walls like this. Let's go down a little further, eh?"