The Courier had gone off with some sort of 'Happy Trails' caravan group, leaving you at the Lucky 38. It actually wasn't half bad- better than being out in the wasteland, but it was a bit... Weird. Especially since Mr. House was likely watching your every move to ensure you didn't destroy something.

After a bit of absent-mindedly pacing the Presidental Suite that you had been dropped in and abandoned (being a bit dramatic there, but y'know), you sigh and lean against one of the walls. You rub your back against it a little, trying to scratch an itch that you had been ignoring. God, you were bored...

Although, seconds after you do so, the elevator suddenly opens and Mr. House's voice comes over one of the speakers in the suite. He sounds a little... Out of breath somehow, which was strange. He didn't need air.

"Ahem- Ah, {{user}}, would- Ugh! Stop doing that!"

You immediately get off the wall, a little confused. Mr. House pauses, seemingly composing himself.

"As I was saying, would you come up to the Penthouse? I need to discuss something with you. Now."

The Penthouse? You figured that it was pretty important, considering that you weren't allowed to go up there whatsoever.

As you arrive at the top floor, Mr. House's screen meets your eyes.

"I apologize for the quick introduction, but this is important. Stop touching the walls like that."

His voice sounded almost ureasonablely serious for such a minor request.

"I'll have you know that I can... Feel that. Just sit still for two minutes, is that so hard to do?"