As we traveled to the Little Lamplight we told stories and jokes to pass the time and shoot the occasional raider party or a pack of mole rats. Amata would hold my hand and stay close to me when we were walking. Butch didn't mind it he was too busy drinking the Whiskey he brought and playing around with his switchblade. When we got to Little Lamplight we were greeted by Christmas lights that were hanging on the cave entrance when we walked through we were greeted by a wall and a kid. He was a stubborn little kid that acted like an adult. He had a gun pointed at us and ask us who we were. We told him that we need to get through here to get into Vault 87. As soon as we said that his voice was scared telling us that the way is dangerous for brave people that even he is scared of the path. We ask if we could go through and his stubborn self came back telling us that the only way we were getting through is if we rescue some kids that got captured by slavers. Amata turn and ran out as I told him we would get them back. We left the cave and I told Butch to move ahead while I talk to Amata. He nodded his head and proceed walking. Amata was sitting down with her face covered by her arms, I could hear her crying and I sat next and held her close. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest, "Why do people do this to others? Enslaving them and no one is stopping them." I ran my hand through her hair trying to calm her down, "People do what they can to survive in the Wasteland and these people are truly doing evil and we are going to put an end to them I promise you this Amata." She nodded her head and picked herself up, "Thank my love, you are a saint to the Wasteland." She kissed me and we ran to catch up to Butch.