What a difficult request, but Neil would offer the answer freely. There exists no other option, really. Not when he's stuck in bed, between a rock and a hard place.

"Dreamed about Megaton. D.C. The Mojave. The Pacific Ocean." All the parts and pieces to his dilemma. "Want to go San Francisco. I want to explore the west. But this--"

D.C. The Capital Wasteland.

"--is where I belong, I think. I was born here. Was supposed to--" Neil swallows. "--die here."