"Damse and I are missing nearly seven years. It was July 2281, or so says my Pip-Boy, but for him it was January 2288," she frowned a bit as she went quiet for a moment to think and focus on her driving.

"Long distance communication isn't really much of a thing in the wasteland. If you're lucky a stray radio signal will come in, but the only reliable method is in person. Either you walk your ass to where you need to go to find the person you're looking for or you have the caps to pay someone else to do it." Such was the way of the Wasteland.

No one currently alive knew how to fix the infrastructure that was there. A few people were trying, but it was still going to take a while.