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Welcome to City 17


The darkness surrounded him. Consumed him.

Seconds passed.


Rubble flew past him, swirling in a vortex in front of him. Dr Breen's face, captured on a monitor.

"Tell me Doctor Freeman, if you can; you have destroyed so much. What is it exactly that you have created? Can you name even one thing? I thought not."

Gordon tried to move, found he could.

What the hell was going on?

(A/N: Well, that's all, folks. I'd like to thank everyone who stuck with this story - considering I started this in 2008, that's one hell of a commitment. I do apologise for how long this all took, but hopefully it's been worth it.

As for what's next, this little epilogue was just a tease, not a confirmation of my plans to write Episodes 1 and 2. There are lots of different obstacles in the way of writing that fic, but I won't bore you with them here. I've got ideas about what I could do with the Episodes, and I really enjoy writing Gordon and Alyx, so who knows? You might see 'Aftermath' online sooner than you expect.

But anyway, that's the future. For now, reviews please!

Thanks for reading, everybody. J

Next Chapter: Undue Alarm… maybe)