November 3, 2287 – I had the strangest dream last night. There has to be some message in it, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out what it is. I was in my own house at Sanctuary Hills. It was before the war, but Nora and Shaun were missing. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up some dishes after my morning coffee and I happened to look out the back window, and the entire backyard had been torn up. There were muddy tracks in the grass, like some monster truck had done donuts in it after a hard rain, utterly destroying the lawn and scattering lawn furniture all over. I stood there in stunned silence, surveying the scene, when I heard a voice behind me say, “Hey.” I jumped, and standing there was a young woman, maybe mid-20’s, brunette, tough-looking, in military garb. She walked up to the window, put her hands on the sill, leaned in and said quietly, “the devil did this.”
“You’re going to have to go talk to him. I think he needs something from you,” she continued.
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