Galaxy News Radio building, a few weeks after the activation of Project Purity.

I had just finished another broadcast. The studio fell silent, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the equipment. More and more, I found myself here alone—just me, the airwaves, and the Wasteland. It was my way of coping with the chaos outside these walls.

I was about to take a break when I heard the soft creak of the door. Unexpected. No one entered here unannounced, not even the Brotherhood. Turning to see who it was, I froze.

It was her. Standing right there in the doorway, like a vision from the past I hadn’t dared to hope for. Her armor was battered, but her eyes still burned with that same unyielding spirit. The Lone Wanderer.

A smile broke free before I could stop it. My heart skipped a beat, and in that moment, I realized just how much I’d missed her presence.

"Wow... Is that really you? I can’t believe my eyes. I have to say, your appearance here is like a fresh sip of clean water—or at least water you can drink without risking turning into a ghoul. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d see you here again, but it seems the Wasteland knows how to surprise me in the best way."