I don't remember anything, I can only hear the pounding of my head. I just know I'm in a dark room, in an unknown bed and I have only underclothes on. I looked down at my pale skinny body and sighed. Great. I sat up as quickly as I could without causing too much pain only to feel cold hands on my arms, I pulled away startled. "Woah there, you shouldn't be moving so fast." I looked up to see the face of an old, balding man. Where the hell am I? He gave me a awkward look and I realized I have been starring at him with the oddest expression, I quickly looked down. "Can you tell me your name?" "Symphony," I answered. He scoffed and I glared at him. Yes, my name was strange but he didn't have to be rude about it. He raised his hands in apology. "Not what I've picked for ya, but if that's your name, that's your name. I'm Doc Mitchell." I lightened my stare and tried to stand up. Doc quickly sat me back down, "Hold on there, I had to go rooting around in your noggin to pull all the bits of lead out, tell me if I left anything outta place. " Hm, oh yeah. I got killed. Out of all of the couriers to kill the man in the checkered suit chose me. I thought I had lived a pretty decent life, I'm only 19 and I'd never hurt a bloatfly, but they still chose me... This world really is cruel. I picked up the Reflectron and looked at my appearance. Big, bright blue, glazed over eyes starred back at me. My short, auburn hair was in its normal place puffed up at the top of my head. My semi big lips were horribly chapped and my eye makeup was smeared, but other than that I was the spitting image of my mother. I smirked remembering my father telling me that every boy would be falling head over heels for me, no matter where I went in this world, right before placing a light kiss on my mothers forehead, followed by mine. I never really the got the love of hundreds of boys in the Mojave Express. Although, I did have the attention of another courier, Daniel Wyand, but I never saw him enough to fall for him. I handed the Reflectrom back to Doc and sadly said, "That's me." After a long talk with Doc, he told me all about my killers and where I should go next. "I found this note on ya when you was brought in, I hope you don't mind but I read it over hoping it'd help my find kin, but it was just something about a platinum chip. But, before ya go I want you to have these." He handed me a Vault 21 jumpsuit and a strange device. "The suit was my wife's, she was about your size, hardly wore after we left the vault. And that there is a Pip-Boy. Its standard for every vault dweller to have one and, well you need it more than me, I believe you'll find it quite helpful." Doc helped me put on the Pip-Boy and I got dressed in his bathroom, avoiding the mirror. As I left his home, I thanked him a million times for saving my life and for his kindness. He told me: "I hope ya find what you're lookin' for." And boy, oh boy, so do I.