A Visitor

The door opens from Milliways onto the startlingly sun-lit ruins of what was once a decent small-town home. What's left is burnt or decayed wood, concrete rubble, bits of unidentifiable metal, all of it worn by centuries of neglect. Between the rotted beams that still somehow stand upright it's easy enough to see other such ruins, and a little ways off the brick-and-mortar remains of a much larger building.

"Welcome to Springvale," Ellen says, her voice muffled by the filters on her helmet. "We're a ways outside Megaton. I'd have brought you in through my front door, but between Stockholm the gate sniper and Deputy Weld, someone would've realized you never passed through the front gates, so this seemed like the safest option."