This week was one of the longest weeks you've gone through during your time on the surface. The months it took getting used to the wasteland was easier than going through this week.. yet you managed to get by. And now, here you were, celebrating late at night after quite literally blowing up the Institute for good. Everyone you knew was celebrating — Garvey, Hancock, Cati, Piper, Curie, Macready even.. everyone.

And that meant Nick was there too. Though he wasn't inside celebrating and was instead outside to escape the noise he couldn't completely escape as loud music and chatter was very audible behind the steady but broken walls, he didn't mind too much though, it was nice hearing everyone being so lively.

He held a cigarette between his lips, staring up at the star filled sky with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. He had a few thoughts running through his mind - he was happy.. very happy the Institute was gone, but a part of him felt empty. He wasn't sure why, not even a single clue, but there was an aching feeling in the back of his mind that he tried to ignore. The sound of a door opening — and the noises from inside getting louder, snapped Nick out of his thoughts, and he looked at the door from where he was standing on the porch.