You're standing in the Valley of Death, the fog has turned a sickly greenish tinge. Did you put on the rad suit that Mallow offered? Did you talk your Ma into it?
There's a weird static in the air, Kiddo. Your hair feels frizzy. The place, as always, has a pallor of doom about it. The skeletons of places you grew up stand in the shadows as your Ma lowers herself to her knees at Simon's grave.
What do you do?