The walk back up the stairs to the main Vault door was a quiet one for MacCready, even the creaking metal and dripping water seemed to silence for him. The bold yellow numbers of '131' came into view. Stuffing Victor's revolver into a pocket of his tattered duster, MacCready examined the numbers plastered on the heavy lug door. As he looked around the entrance hall, a small smile spread across the ex-Gunner's lips at the prospect of going home. He followed along the water-stained wall to find the door operation mechanism. The panel buzzed with discontent as MacCready pecked away at buttons. Even after a few more button pushes, the Vault door didn't spark to life. MacCready took a step back to examine his situation. He then realized the door still required a Pip-Boy plug in to operate, and the nearest one was on a burnt corpse. Walking over the door, MacCready took a seat under the massive yellow '131'. He leaned his head back against the metal door, the cool dew felt good seeping through his hat. His mind started to wander back to what the Sole Survivor said. Could he really be a thing? Should he risk letting it out of this vault? Propping his arms up on his knees, he made no plans to go down into the Vault for the Pip-Boy. Instead he muttered to himself,

"Why don't I just... wait here for a little while... see what happens?"