So, the Courier is off to take on the first DLC, Dead Money. This is going to end well.

Not.

This is also about as close as we're gonna get to seeing her thoughts for quite a while.

Sticky Notes

Everyone –

I'm not very good at goodbyes. And I don't even know if this is going to be one, which makes it worse.

Oh, believe me, this isn't something that has to do with any of you. I just need to confirm a couple of things and take a job—sort of like how I really ought to have, given that the NCR doesn't really pay all that well and I'm not really the kind of person they'd give pensions to. Not enlisted and all that.

So, anyway, I think I'll be gone for a week at the least. There are rumors of some place called the Sierra Madre—a hotel, I think—that has a lot of pre-War treasure that I think I can make use of. Maybe I can reinforce somebody's economy. I'm not totally sure, but I think it's something I have to check out alone. If it looks good, I'll come back and we'll break out the shovels or something.

Also, there are little individual notes for everyone if you look around your bunks. Don't read anyone else's notes, please—I'm not precisely sure which ones will end up getting someone shot. Not necessarily just us, either.

—The Courier

P.S.: Arcade, stop eating every damn thing in the fridge or else I'll find a way to put you on a diet if it's the last thing I do.

P.P.S.: DO NOT SELL THE PALADIN TOASTER.

P.P.P.S: If anyone sees Benny's Securitron, shoot it.

Boone—

I know I said I'd explain how I knew about the sniper's nest. So, here goes:

The Legion's largest slave-trading post was Cottonwood Cove. With a couple hundred skirt-wearing fucktards down there, there's no fucking way you got close enough to see what happened to Carla from ground level. If you did, you wouldn't be alive.

You had to have known there was one place the Legion wouldn't see you. And that's where you took the shot from—no other option, and all that. And I found a box in a little hidden alcove the last time I went to Cottonwood Cove, and the box had a Gobi campaign sniper rifle in it. First Recon is one of the very, very few groups that has any chance whatsoever on getting their hands on a pre-War, automatic, scoped rifle that still functions well enough to use for actual combat.

And I think you locked the box away because that's the gun that killed Carla.

Now, I'm not going to go over stupid shit like how you didn't deserve to have to make that kind of choice. You should already know that I think that it shouldn't have happened to you. I don't know if you think that way or not—probably not—but it's just something I found out and made a few guesses on. And I'm sorry if it hurt you because I did.

If you're wondering about the gun, I put it back and melted the lock shut with Arcade's laser pistol. He doesn't know why I did it, and I don't plan on telling him.

—Li

Veronica—

If you really want, we can go see how the Brotherhood of Steel is doing. I know it's been a long time since I said I was okay with the Brotherhood and you've probably been wondering if I was ever going to act on it. So I guess I will.

I'm not totally sure what I should be doing—can we even meet with the elders and stuff if I'm NCR and it hasn't been all that long since HELIOS ONE and that lovely little clusterfuck…? I guess we'll find that out eventually.

And if you're wondering why I don't want anyone to sell the Paladin Toaster, it's because I don't trust the Brotherhood Paladins any farther than I can throw them (and wouldn't that be something hilarious to see…). It's nothing personal—I've never talked to one and I'm pretty sure having ED-E along or owning a Pip-Boy 3000A is probably going to get on someone's bad side if I'm not careful. And if that happens and I can't talk anyone down, I want to be the one that walks away.

But I want to give them a chance. So, since I know you, I'm going to keep my promise if I come back alive. See you then.

—Meda

Cass—

In case you're wondering, I hid the whiskey behind the Sunset Sarsaparilla on the second shelf. Not sure if Arcade drinks, but I don't want Boone getting into that stuff and drinking himself to death, and I know he hates that sugary sweet stuff we pick up all over the place. If you want to add more stuff to hide it, there's Nuka-Cola under my bed. Don't ask why.

Also, if Arcade decides to go to the Silver Rush while I'm gone, don't go with him. Jean-Baptiste Cutting wants to test out his new laser rifle on you and I want to be there to rip his fucking face off and feed it to him if he tries. I have a couple of problems to sort out with that bald bitch Gloria anyway (and it might be related to how I've been stealing 10% of her stock every day since she hired me that one time). The Gun Runners should be okay, though. There's a couple thousand caps in the box by the elevator if you need a new shotgun or somebody randomly comes down with the flu, but the whiskey fund is by the fridge. Remember that.

Try to keep everyone from dying, okay? And try to avoid the Tops if you can, since I don't think I made a good impression there and…well, that might be because I killed their chief or something.

Also, make sure Rex gets fed. Everyone else will probably forget and I don't want to have to explain to the King that we somehow killed his dog.

Take care of yourself, Cass.

—Li

Arcade—

You should really take lessons if you're going to try and lie about so many different things.

Clue one: You recognized the vertibird. They're primarily NCR, but the NCR got them by salvaging tech from Enclave-controlled Navarro thirty years ago.

Clue two: Don't know if you've noticed, but the two major groups that use energy weapons out here are the Van Graffs and the Brotherhood of Steel. You are neither.

Clue three: ED-E's an Enclave eyebot and you knew it. So did I, but that's because I got to hear a transmission from an Enclave scientist—Whitley, probably ED-E's creator—talking to someone in Navarro. Navarro's been a blasted wreck for years.

Clue four: Doctor Henry told me he was in the Enclave and you knew who he was. I don't think he cares much anymore if somebody realizes this, since he's old and I get the impression there's no way Marcus's people will turn on him when he's helping. And Calamity doesn't seem to give a shit.

So, following a ghoul's example, I won't either. I'm not going to tell anyone unless you suddenly snap worse than NCR high command and dissolve into maniacal laughter, which we both know isn't gonna happen. With that in mind, you're still my friend and I don't think I'm going to let this little revelation get in the way of that. Thirty years is a long time—the likelihood that they'd let a six-year-old on Enclave missions is less than zero, so I don't hold you responsible for the things the Enclave did then. And besides that, it doesn't make sense to blame someone for something they can't help. Might sound stupid now, since after everything you're probably not all that interested in trusting a crazy courier with your secrets, but I take this kind of thing seriously. I will not break a promise like this one, and I promise not to tell anyone that you used to be in the Enclave.

Maybe someday I'll tell you why. It'll probably be when I'm on the edge of a breakdown myself, but you never know.

And stop eating everything in the fridge. I don't care if you're half a foot taller than everyone who's not Lily—either buy food like the rest of us or donate to the rations fund so I at least have some time to prepare.

—Meda

Grandma Lily—

Take your medicine at half-doses and look after everyone, okay? They act like adults, but I don't think they quite understand everything that goes into it sometimes.

Be back soon.

—Meda

Raul—

I won't pretend to know for sure what goes on in that head of yours. You've got a few too many decades on me to be predictable. Not sure if that's a ghoul thing or an elder thing or both.

But I know this: whatever baggage you've got, you can talk to me about it. Maybe there'll be a solution somewhere in all this babbling. You never know.

And while you might be the old man in this ragtag bunch of misfits, don't try to blend into the background. I happen to like it when you shut Arcade down. Even if it tends to happen to me more, especially when I'm sleep-deprived.

When I have time, we're going hunting for Fiends. Cook-Cook's been alive for a little too long.

—Boss