Nora’d been through a lot. That much was for certain. And she picked you up along the way as her little travel buddy. It’d been months, really, since you and her ventured into the Institute and had learned the fate of her son, Shaun. She’d seemed a little off after that. Her always light and sarcastic mood being a little more subtle.

But now, it made sense. She leaned over against a tree, idly looking over where she had buried her late husband. The wedding rings, idly blowing on their strings in the wind, sometimes clinked together softly. Her Pip-Boy idly played a track from Diamond City Radio…you’d heard it before. Maybe, by the Ink Spots.

Nora just gave a weak chuckle, looking down at the grave. As she spoke, her voice went soft,

Nora: “You know, we always dreamed of what we would do with Shaun, what he’d grow up to be…way that turned out, didn’t it?”