Albert lied in the bed, grinning. Maybe he was grinning about the woman he 'did the do' with last night. Maybe he was grinning about how he and another woman were going to 'do the do' later. Well, it doesn't really matter; the woman was satisfied and as was Albert. He put on his Vault 121 jumpsuit, armored with patches of leather and scrap metal to produce some low-quality protection; it'd be useful against blunt hits, but a bullet? No chance.

As Albert walked to the door, the woman asked him: "Where're you goin', Al?" 
'Looks like she's one of those I want to know where you're going types...' Thought Albert, before replying: "Oh, I was just gonna go and find Tim... I'll be right back!" That was a lie. It should have been obvious that Albert wasn't coming back, but the woman believed him.
"Make sure not to be gone too long!" She said. And with that, Albert left the motel room. 

He found Tim in the lobby, playing with a paddle ball. The thing was crushed in his hand, and Tim shouted "Damn paddle ball! Why won't it stay together!"
"Uh, Tim? You're a bit too strong for that thing..." Said Albert.
"But if I can't use it as a weapon, why can't I play with it?"
"C'mon, Tim." With that, the duo left the motel and walked around Liberty Island.