Stress. That's the one word to describe your week. All in one week you find out your son is the father of the institute and you either have the choice to save the Commonwealth or your son.

But Hancock was always there for you no matter what. You haven't told him that Shawn is the leader of the institute yet. You don't know if you tell he'll be mad at you. He's always was one to help ones in need and the Commonwealth. But he hates the institute.

You groan and open your eyes. Your head was laid back and your legs were propped up on Hancock's messy desk. Bottles, drugs, and junk on his table. Very Hancock like. You look down at you hand and see your wedding ring. Emotion's boiling up. But like a savior Hancock raspy voice cuts through them.

"Want another hit?" He said with that shit eating grin. You look over at him he's waving a jet in the air. You nod and hold out your hand. He puts the jet in your hand and you take a hit almost immediately. The drugs filling your body.

You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, it's Hancock."Your tense, wanna massage, Sunshine?" His grin now a smile