Wednesday March 12, 2003:
Man, Freeman cannot keep up with me. Got a call from Miller about Kleiner at 9.43pm. I didn’t even let him finish talking before I was on my way.
I never thought I’d make it: I was way over in Sector B in the Coolant Reserve doing a favour for Lombardi at the time. Luckily, I remembered that there was a vent shaft leading straight to Sector C near me.
In a mere 14 minutes, I’d managed to get there, and Kleiner was back to work by the time Gordon finally showed up.
“Great Scott!” Kleiner cried. “Gordon Freeman! I expected more warning.”
“What’s the matter pal?” I smirked. “Did you take the wrong turn at Albuquerque?”