Malcolm let out a sigh of relief as he crested the last hill and into the Commonwealth. It had taken him about a week, but once he’d gotten the Post Card, he’d set out straight away. His old friend wasn’t one to stay in one place for long and he was eager to see her. It had been awhile. Her last Post Card had been from Vegas! He’d made the trek over there right after she’d finished a whole hub bub about a Dam.
Mairwen had been vague on the details, as she always was, but it had been nice to see the Strip and a place she had actually made into a home. That itself was a rarity to her. Now he just had to figure out where she was. The back of the card had only said ‘Goodneighbor’.
Malcolm glanced over at the taciturn ghoul at his side, giving him a wide smile. ❝Look at this place, Charon!❞
❝We should get going.❞ Was the ghoul’s response. Malcolm laughed, but he started walking again, his super sledge slung over one shoulder.
❝Lemme guess, you don’t like the look of it?❞