The screen comes up from darkness on the face of a weathered old man wearing plane clothes common to most wastelanders, as the camera darkens again the title card appears: "Tell us about your experiences with Courier Six."
As the camera fades up back to the old man, another title appears beneath him reading "Doctor Mitchell, Goodsprings Medical Doctor." The old man smiles and nods his head as if he's thinking.
"Welp, I met that young lady after that Robot pulled her outta a grave on top of ol'e cemetery hill. She was in a real bad state, I was pretty sure she wasn't going to make it, but sure'nough she came round. Second her feet hit the floor she was ready to get revenge against the fancy suit wearing sucker that put her in the hole. Had to make her calm down so I could gage what kind of damage was done. She seem'd fine, had a real bad scar."
The camera cuts to a body shot of Doc Mitchell, his hands in his pockets, back bent from old age. "Thing I remember the most about the courier was the look in her eye. I knew the second I saw that look that this gal was intended for great things. Knew nothing short of a pack of deathclaws carrying bazooka's was going to stop this woman from finding the fellow who put that hole in her head. Heard she did too, an'showed him mercy. Whoo. Can't say I saw that one comin. Makes me glad I saved her, hate's one thing out here in Mojave, plenty of it to go around, but human kindness is something I thought had long ago dried up."
The camera fades off of the old man and back onto a title card that reads, "Tell us about your wife."
Fade back up to a close up of Doc Mitchell, a tear falling out of the corner of his eye. "My wife was a good woman. She wasn't made for these wastes, and they took her way too young. She came from that vault under New Vegas. She was innocent, very sweet, I was the first man that ever made love to her, and I remember afterwards she asked me 'gosh Doc, can we do that again sometime?' Heh. After we got married we was gonna make it to California to start a new life. Got to Goodsprings before the germs she'd never been exposed to took her. Buried her up on the hill. Couldn't bear to leave her up there alone, so here I've stayed, and someday I'll lie down next to her in the earth for eternity… Martha, after all these years I still love you, you'll always be my turtledove."
The camera pans out to show a weak old man hovering on top of a stool, he wipes the tears from his face and looks off into the distance. The film fades to darkness.