The Sole Survivor sat at a bar, virtually in the middle of nowhere. Your Pipboy map put you somewhere in NCR territory in the middle of the desert. You were thankful to have found any place around to rest for a bit with this side of the wasteland being far less forgiving than the Commonwealth you had recently ventured away from.

As you sat the bar slowly sipping your drink, a ghoul walks in. You pay him no mind at first, that is until he starts chatting up the bartender. That voice. It's a bit more gravely than it used to be, but the second you hear it your mind is flooded with pre-war memories. It had to be Cooper Howard, you'd seen so many of his movies you'd recognize that southern drawl anywhere.

After a few minutes of watching him and trying to gather your courage, you decide to approach him.