The last time Peggy had found herself in a classroom, it had been at a Soviet military complex where young girls were being trained in the art of war and espionage, learning to infiltrate the US as sleeper agents. It had been disturbing on many levels, that complex, and Peggy had never quite forgotten it. Though this classroom didn't give her the same feel as that one had, there was still something impossibly eerie about an old, dusty, rusted, abandoned classroom. Had the Vault-Tec people assumed that children would simply go to school here? Was there enough space in here? How many children had they been expecting?

"Who ever suspected that an empty classroom could be distressing?" she asked. "Normally, the distress is caused by the presence of some angry disciplinarian."