Old Friends

So strange to see old friends? Associates? Partners in crime? Meh, mostly, it's less than fun having to explain to my new traveling companions what I did before I joined the vault. Honestly, I don't remember much. Some faces and names come through more easily than others. Some memories fade in and out depending on who I'm talking to. My guess is that I must have stolen something that warped my memory. If not, maybe the feeling of being out of place all the time is real. That's a much more disturbing possibility. At least, so far, Nick hasn't put together that I know far too many of the 5 points gang not to know something of what they are up to. Let's hope he doesn't start asking uncomfortable questions I may or may not have answers to. Kind of a relief that most of them are dead at this point. Let's me keep more of my business to myself. What they don't know about me won't hurt them...