It had been one year since Schaffe killed Phil in vault eight and would take a dark turn in his life. They still live in the fire station. Ian was fixing a car when Alan walked in, they were wearing their regular clothes.
"Hey have you seen him today?" asked Alan. Ian had a new robot's right arm and left leg.
"A little but he has been in his room for a little while now," said Ian. They both looked at each other and went to check on Schaffe. They go and see his door is open a bit. They enter and see him on the floor and looked as if he overdosed on something. He was only wearing black shorts.
"Ah, shit," said Alan.
"Alright, I had enough of this," said Ian. He goes up to him and places his right hand on him and sends a jolt of electric energy which revives him. Schaffe starts coughing. Ian drags him into his bathroom and tosses him in his shower and turns on the cold water. This wakes Schaffe up quickly and he gets up.
"The fuck," said Schaffe. Ian slams his right fist into Schaffe's face in the nose which starts bleeding.
"You up. Good. I think it's time you go to that rehab, Sara has made for you," said Ian. "Come on boss. You think Phil would want this."
"I do not know," said Schaffe.
"You need help," said Alan. "Phil, would not just want you to give your life up like this." Schaffe would remember Phil's last words, telling him to live on.
"Alright," said Schaffe. Schaffe would get dressed and head to a place where he would seek help and would get a cure. He would return would return in six months.
He walks into the fire station with his leather bag. He was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans with leather shoes.
"I am back bitches!" yelled Schaffe. Ian and Alan walk out to him.
"Boss, you seem better now," said Ian.
"Of course. It's because of you boys," said Schaffe. "But I will be leaving soon.'
"Where are you heading?' asked Alan.
"New York City," said Schaffe. "I think it's time I keep my promise to our friend."
"You're going to find his son," said Ian.
"Yeah, I have been in contact with someone who has spotted a kid who looks like Phil," said Schaffe.
"Alright, but just be careful. You just got out of rehab," said Ian.
"Do not worry," said Schaffe. "I got this." Schaffe would borrow one of Ian's cars and head out of New York City."
Schaffe was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket whistling when a hooded young man bumped into him. He was wearing a red hood with black track pants and dirty white shoes.
"Sorry," said The Hooded Man. He runs off and Schaffe watches him leave.
Under a bridge, The Hooded Man had Schaffe's cap pouch. He opened it and saw a bunch of marbles and a note that said "Sorry kid" with a tongue-out face.
"What?" questioned The Hooded Man. Schaffe looks from behind.
"Well, I thought it would be funny to see your face," said Schaffe. The Hooded Man falls to the ground in surprise.
"Sorry, please do not hurt me," said The hooded Man.
"Chili, I only want to talk. So, you are Phil Jr. Correct?" asked Schaffe. He leans on the wall. He takes his hood down and is revealed to be Punk from a year and a half ago.
"Well, I was named that by my mother. But I go by Punk," said Punk.
"Not bad. I can see you look like him," said Schaffe.
"You knew my father old man?" asked Punk.
"Yeah, he saved my neck on a few occasions and I did as well. He like a brother to me," said Schaffe. "So, I came here to give his son an offer."
"What is that?" asked Phil.
"A fresh start and a better roof over your head," said Schaffe. Schaffe and Punk would head back to the fire station and after that would move to MVP Arena.