I'm wandering, but everything looks impossibly clean, almost as if..
I follow the path I took before, to the Icehouse. The cold place, the worst place. I'm frantic; I have to change what will happen, I have to save my family.
I see all my neighbours, my friends. They shiver in terror, they weep. They will die soon, or be twisted into monsters.
I get to the vault, but it's too late. I see as if I rode the bomb. The bomb, the bomb.. is falling... but it's here, this time, and there'll be no survivors. I feel ... relief.
I am in Concord, and I have to get to the Power Armour. Footsteps. Dooms, doom, doom. I have to run... but I sink into the ground like it's mud, and it holds me in place.
I hear the Deathclaw huffing, but I can't bear to turn and watch it's approach. I can only hope my death is swift.