Gladys hadn't been the first person in her family to play Portals & Paradigms. She'd gotten a first edition set from her father, that he'd played in his college days. As it turned out, he'd kept all those old maps, and Wheatley knew the rules enough to play it. Cave's old game tiles were all there to play with, along with little written records from the games that Wheatley occasionally read out for effect. The game went on without its original designer.
"Gladys?" Cave asked, knocking at the door. Gladys sat in her room, her neatly arranged room. It was very carefully set in order, nothing out of place. She sat on her bed, pillow clutched to her chest, tears staining her cheeks.
"Gladys, honey, are you okay?" He asked, as he gently entered the room. She didn't answer him, simply sobbing into the pillow.
"Gladys, sweetheart, what's the matter?" He asked, as he approached, and sat down beside her. He placed an arm around her, held her close, and she finally began to speak up.
"Dad, Wheatley... He..." She sobbed, her throat catching. "He... He and Chell won... They beat my designs... And then, he broke my model, and took over!" She whimpered, looking away in shame. "I know it's stupid and all..." She said, wiping her tears. "It's just a game, I should be able to put it in perspective..."
"Gladys..." Cave cooed gently. "You're a very smart girl. It is just a game, at the end of the day..." His words left Gladys nodding in agreement. She supposed that was-
"But, then again, so's the fucking Superbowl!" Cave continued. Gladys's self-pity was interrupted by his words. "If something means a lot to you in life, if it's a game or a hobby or a career or a dream, you pursue it with all you've got, obstacles be damned!"
"When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade, make life take the lemons back!" He declared. "Yeah!" Gladys smiled, a reflection of his enthusiasm on her face.