Things were so... different now.

The world you knew had been bombed back to the Stone Age, it seemed. You swear you were only put in that cryopod back in the Vault for a short while... and now your spouse is dead and your son was kidnapped too?

You went back to your old neighborhood, Sanctuary Hills. Codsworth was still alive! And... as it turned out, you were asleep for well over 210 years! He didn't know where your spouse and little Shaun were... though he did suggest trying Concord, which wasn't too far from the neighborhood, though at your discretion, as he did get pummeled with sticks by a few folks there.

And so you went. You met a dog at the truck stop you passed by, and he decided to stick by you on your way to Concord.

What you didn't expect was to get shot at by a group of psychos in odd armor. They were shooting at a man on the balcony of the Museum of Freedom. Amidst the gunfire, the man yelled to you, asking you to grab a laser musket off the corpse of his dead comrade and help him and the settlers inside, and to fend off more of the Raiders inside.

You didn't have many other choices, if you wanted some leads to your son. So you went inside, and fought your way through the raiders holed up inside the old Museum of Freedom. As you fought off the last Raider, you entered the room where the man from the balcony was. He was a black man, donning a colonial style duster, a cowboy hat, and a laser musket in his hands.

"Man, I don't know who you are, but your timing's impeccable!" the man in the leather hat exclaimed, "Preston Garvey. Commonwealth Minutemen!"

A man gestured to a man with a black pompadour was at the desk behind him, mumbling as he tried to hack into a terminal. An old lady was on the couch, resting. Another man was sitting up against a desk rocking himself back and forth and a woman that paced to and fro.