"Children, please, calm down! Please! It's time for History!"

The children in the small classroom were unruly. One of them had a small rubber ball and his classmates wanted to play with it, paying no attention to Mr. Wordsworth. A small, polite gentleman, William Wordsworth was saved from raiders by Hancock a few years back. Finding Goodneighbor to be too over-the-top for him, he moved to Diamond City where he would become a teacher at the newly founded Diamond City School. Also, he used a small printing press to create one of the first post-War books in the Commonwealth, a history textbook for children. Daniel cared very much about him, jokingly nicknaming him Mr. Codsworth, not only because of his name but because of his manner of speech, similar to that of their house robot.

A boisterous voice replied to the teacher:

"History is crap!"

"Jason, this manner of speech is completely improper and impolite. I know how you feel about History, but I can't help but notice the fact that even though you hate it, you are pretty good at it, when you concentrate! Now please, should we start the lesson or should I speak to your parents… again?"

"Pfft… Fine!"

Daniel looked towards his classmate and smiled:

"You should be glad. History is cool."

Other students frowned at him:

"Nerd!"

"Teacher's pet!"

Daniel paid no mind to his friends. He knew that he had to study in order to become strong and smart, in order to make Daddy and Mommy happy. He was fascinated by history and his secret wish was to go back in time to stop the bombs, to stop the pain. Daniel knew this thing was impossible but he dreamed about it almost every day.

"Now, children. In today's lesson, we will talk about what happened in Diamond City in 2238… Who can tell me about it?"

Jason laughed:

"Who cares? We weren't even born then!"

Daniel retorted:

"I care! If we know our history, we wouldn't repeat the mistakes of the past! I know, Mr. Wordsworth!"

"Well, share it to the class, Daniel!"

"In 2238, the first caravan with books arrived in Diamond City. The mayor at that time, Bill O'Reilly, bough a pre-War cooking book with 39 caps, the first book transaction in our city."

Jason threw his ball at Daniel.

"39 caps a book? Who would give 39 caps on a book?"

"I would!"

"Because you are a nerd!"

Mr. Wordsworth took Jason's ball from Daniel.

"Now, you will only get this object back when you will learn how to properly behave, mister!"

"Sorry, Mr. Wordsworth. Can I have the ball now, please?"

"No!"

"Fine…"

Daniel received an A for his answers during class. After school, Jason and two of his older friends awaited Nate's son on an alley.

"Well, if it isn't Da-Nerd-Iel."

"Please, it's not even funny."

"You tell me I am not funny? Because of you, that dwarf took my ball. Now, give me all your caps so I can buy a new one!"

"I don't have caps on me!"

"Then I will beat you up!"

Before any of the attackers landed a punch on Daniel, a loud gunshot noise was heard behind them. A Ghoul, dressed in an ancient red military uniform, fired his weapon towards the sky.

"Waaaaaagh!"

All three boys left Daniel alone who immediately recognized his savior!

"Uncle John! You shouldn't have fired your gun! I could have talked them into leaving me alone!"

Hancock looked towards the boy and spoke, in his raspy voice:

"Oh, forgive me! Three angry boys, prone to violence, wanting only to beat your pretty face up stopped only by the sheer power of their victim's words… I'd love to see that!"

Daniel frowned:

"Why should you be like this? First that sword you gave me, lying that it was a baseball bat and now this?"

"What sword?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, meanie! That pink blunt sword!"

"A, the dil.. Ah! Yeah… Sorry about that."

"Fine, I forgive you. You are my uncle after all!"

"Well, sort of…"

John Hancock and Daniel walked together towards the boy's house.

"So, what are you doing in the city, Uncle?"

"Hunting a blasted tweaker who stole from my chem stash. That shit is only for me to enjoy… well, me and those I care about, not some punk whose only aspiration in life is getting fucked up!"

"Language! Mr. Wordsworth says that the F-word and the S-word are improper words that should not be used. And you should not use chems, they do things with you, just like they did to Mama Murphy."

"Well, they can't possibly kill me, can they? And about my language, I can speak however I want. I am a grown-up, not a nine years old little tattletale like you!"

"I'm not a tattletale!"

"Then why did you show the… sword to your mom?"

"I didn't show her, I show Daddy!"

"Nate is in the city?"

"Now he is off with Uncle Nick, on a case! He came home last night and told me a story."

"I see. Well, here you are. Take care not to get into any more trouble, ok?"

"Thanks, Uncle. And promise me something:"

"What?"

"If you find the thief who stole from you, please, don't hurt him!"

"What are you, his fuc… lawyer?"

"No, but I hate violence and I don't want you to do violence. If you hurt him, I will never speak to you, ever again!"

"Fine, fine! I promise I won't hurt him too bad!

"No, you will not hurt him at all!"

"Kid, please. If I don't do something about it then any other asshole from Goodneighbor will say that Hancock has gone soft, let's steal more from him. Let's take him out, because his is weak and soft! You see?"

"But you can try to talk to them!"

"Just like you've talked to those boys? They are not your nine years old friends! These guys are junkheads killers who will only respect you if you show them that you have bigger balls then them!"

"Actually, only Jason is nine. The others are twelve."

"Whatever. Did you get what I was saying?"

"Yes, I understand, but please, promise me you will not hurt the thief. Please, Uncle!"

Daniel's black eyes filled with tears. Hancock couldn't resist seeing him like this.

"Fine, kid. I promise you I won't hurt the fucker who stole from me!"

"Language, Uncle!"

"Fine… Now, go inside. You are late."

"You're not coming?"

"I have to find that… guy. Jesus, child, it was fun to run with Nate back in the day. To think that his son is now the Saint of Diamond City… Now, off you go!"

"I am not a saint, Uncle. Bye!"

A couple of hours later, a young man was tied up to a tree outside Diamond City.

"So, is your dick so big, Dick, to steal from me? Answer me, Dick!"

"Pppp..please, Mr. Hancock, I just… I needed that shit, man! You know how it is… when you're detoxing and the only thing that will ease your pain is one shot… please, Mr. Hancock, sir!"

Hancock took out a knife.

"You didn't answer my question. Is your dick so big that you view yourself as superior to me, your Mayor? Maybe I should answer my question right now!"

"Please, Mr. Hancock, no!"

John Hancock approached his victim and instead of cutting… other parts, he cut the rope tying him to the tree.

"Get the fuck away from me! Goodneighbor is off limits to you. If I see you again over there, I will cut off your dick, Dick!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hancock, sir!"

"Don't thank me, you slimy shit. Thank the Saint of Diamond City!"

Dick didn't even want to know who this saint was but whoever he may be, he was on his side that moment. After the thief left, Hancock pondered for a few moments on his decision.

"To think I let him escape unharmed… Daniel… Maybe you'll be the one who will change us?"