While browsing DeviantArt, I found a picture of a Lone Wanderer that fit my image of Dizzy too perfectly to ignore. The only difference would be in the hair color (brown/black) and armor (Paingiver) I figured I'd post the link up here, to draw a better picture of 'Dizzy'. Just, remove the spaces.

http:/dragonslover1. deviantart . com /art / Fallout-3-Star-141451124?q= boost%3Apopular%20fallout%203%20female&qo=39

Also, I found another picture. I've accepted this as a very accurate image of what Charon-human would look like, and in other words, 'Cain'. Except with a bit more girth/muscle. Also found on DeviantArt and love this artist's work.

http:/windfreak. deviantart. com/art/ I-belong-to-no-one-150347224?q= boost%3Apopular%20charon%20fallout%203&qo=174

Maria ends up showing me a few bars around The Pitt. Apparently, they're more recently built, and the citizens are just getting use to it. Bars and liquor are so common in the Capital Wasteland, that it's cheaper than water. All the rounds have been on her all night, and she hasn't been letting up. I don't know how many drinks I've had, or how late it's gotten. Only that I'm sitting here with this new person, and laughing. Laughing, like I haven't laughed in years. Being around Dizzy and around Megaton, is like carrying a dark cloud with you. Always, I'm worried about something, or someone. It's never about me. And Maria, is interested, in only me. It's a change, I think I needed.

"What else did you do growing up?"

Maria says, laughing at the same time. I try to think clearly, and when I do, I realize how drunk I am.

"Fuck. I don't…remember I am way…too drunk. What…time is it?"

"Why? Do you have somewhere you need to be?"

"Dizzy."

"You're dizzy?"
"No, no Dizzy. My…my sister."

Maria looks at me as we try to stand. At first I can't figure out how, and the entire bar spins. Eventually I get my bearings, and we laugh about the difficulty.

"She's your sister? I thought…she was your girlfriend."

I laugh at the statement, even though it isn't that funny.

"No, no, no…she's…my half sister. Half. So. Half of me. A quarter."

"You two seem…close."

Maria leans on me for balance and support as we walk out the bar. I don't want to talk about Dizzy.

"No more talk. Walk. I have to get back."

As we make it outside, the streets, if you call them that, are empty. Building rise up all around, small ones, big ones. This place is too condensed. I don't like it. It makes me sick, and everything around me spins.

"What's the rush?"

Maria says, as she stumbles between two buildings. I go to catch her, but fall with her. We laugh, as we lay in the gravel. It's warm, and relaxing. I close my eyes, but I have to open them because the world spins.

"Ah…this feels nice."

Maria tells me, and I feel her presence becoming closer and closer.

"It's warm."

"So you don't have a girlfriend then?"

I shake my head at her, holding back the urge to throw up.

"No…"

Dizzy's image flashes in my drunk mind. And saying no, for some reason, hurts.

"Why? You're really handsome."

"Dizzy. I have to take care of Dizzy. No time."

"Maybe you should make time."

I feel Maria's lips against mine. At first, I want to push her away. But as the seconds pass, I find myself…enjoying it. I'm not sure why. But, I do. I enjoy it, and I like it. When she pulls away, I see a smile across her face.

"You should stay here, for a bit longer."

"I have to go home."

"But stay, let Dizzy go home."

"Maybe."

I say, as I try to stand. Kissing Maria, although felt good, brought me back to my senses a bit.

"I have to go."

I tell her, stumbling away. I've never been a drinker. Never really had an urge to drink. I suppose that's just another triad I get from my father. Maria, will end up being just like Erin. She'll run away and flip when she finds out what I am. I am not human, really. I'm just…a really well-built terminal. But the kiss felt good. And I do tire of the emotions I get from Dizzy. And sometimes I don't like to deal with them. Like now. Alone, and stumbling back to wherever the building is. My night is cut short, because of Dizzy. But I can't put all the blame on her, because it's partly my fault, too.

Standing in front of the door to my shared room with Dizzy, I can't figure how to open it. I don't know if I even want to. But…an invisible force drives me to. Light from the outside shines in, although it's still night. It makes the room a bit easier to look at, since the bright hall lights of the building made my eyes hurt. I lost some of my supper in a trash can not too far back.

"Cain? Is that you?"

I hear Dizzy say, sounding like she's half asleep. Which I'm sure she is. Looking at the bed, as I still stand in the doorway, I notice she's only in her bra. Whatever's comfortable, I suppose.

"Yeah. Yeah it's…me."

"It's late, Cain. And…wait, are you drunk?"

"So what if I am? Shut up."

I slam the door behind me and stumble over to the bed. Sitting down, I try and take my shoes off, while Dizzy watches quietly. When she notices I can't much do it on my own, she gets up to help. She unlaces them for me, and I realize, she only has her underwear on.

"Come on, I'll help you to bed."

She says when she's done getting my boots off. I don't waste time, and get my duster jacket off as quickly as I can. Finding the pillows with my hand, I rest my head on them.

"Cain?"

"Uh?"

"Is…is that blood?"

Before I can respond, Dizzy grabs my face and looks at it in the light shining in.

"What is that?"

I think of what it could be, and then remember. Maria had met me with paint on her face. She said it was makeup. That people wore it in pre-war times.

"Makeup. Something Maria wore tonight."

"What the hell…I don't really want to know but…wait. How'd it…"

Dizzy doesn't finish her sentence. She lets go of my face and lets me rest in peace. Her silence bothers me though.

"Don't guilt me. I can do what I want, Dizzy."

"…Yeah, I know. Sorry."

No argument. Which isn't like her. I get mad at that for some reason, and sit up. It makes the room spin again.

"Why do…why do you always have to…annoy me? Don't I watch you enough? Do enough? Fuck, Dizzy, just…let me move on already!"

She stares at me, saying nothing. Tears don't even form in her eyes. Her face is set and expressionless.

"I…didn't ask you to do anything you didn't want to. I didn't mean to make you feel obligated."

"Well, you did."

"…I'm sorry."

"Good."

And nothing more is said, before I fall back down, and go to sleep.