The vault that housed Ashton, barely awake, had collapsed and barely hung from the safety precautions that had decayed. The room was slanted, all of the furniture leaning against a wall that did not look stable at all. It did not suit the up-beat automated message at all, which soon trailed off as it glitched. Ashton had already crawled out of the bed, careful not to make too much motion. He made his way to the door carefully, opening it to see what should have been a hallway was now a deadly drop. Ashton stopped himself from crying out in despair, afraid that wretched GLaDOS might still be listening. He couldn't shake that horrible anxiety of her memory. A yell rang out through the silence, it did not seem too far away. Ashton climbed to his feet, "Hello!" He yelled back, holding onto the door as he peeked his head out of the vault to search for the source of the voice.