Spooktober!

Young Nick blinks. He's not supposed to accept anything from people he doesn't know, but he's fairly sure that he's dreaming, or that this weird mutant critter thing in a dress counts as a person. She seems nice, though. He takes one.
"Well, ok then. But maybe we should get him off of the street before-"
"So, where am I, anyway? And why do you have a Pip-boy? Did you walk outta some Vault somewhere?" demands the little boy, cutting himself (heh) off.