Paige's journal, entry 1

Paige: Well, we arrived. We're finally here. It's a damn sight better than the Pitt. Hopefully we can make a better go of things, now that folks won't be afraid to start families. Some of us forgot what green, living things looked like after the war. The only green we saw was the poison lingering in the air of the Capital, when we left on the last train out of Union Station. There's so much energy to build when you finally think things might be able to last. It's a home, a real home, finally!