[i]The brightly colored houses are falling apart, wood rotten and soaked with Fallout. Giant insects nest inside these buildings, and a lone Mr. Handy attempts to polish a rusted car. 
"The bushes are trimmed and some pieces of roof are no longer in the living room, now if I can just-" the Mr. Handy stops speaking when a door falls off the car. It made a defeated noise and leaned the car door against the vehicle. It began to pretend to trim the dead bushes in front of the blue house in an attempt to busy itself. The Mr. Handy began attempting to hum a tune as it cut at the air with its garden shears.[/i]

Ren opened her eyes and found herself leaning against a trash can in an abandoned truck stop with bits of dirt and dead grass stuck in her brilliant red locks. She stretched out and her shoulder made a grinding noise, causing her to halt and stare blankly at her right shoulder. She experimentally moved her arm upwards, causing a grinding noise to fill the truck stop. Ren sighed and continued to fully stretch, ignoring her clunky shoulder.