Victoria and Jonah had a lifetime to catch up on. They spent almost all their time together. It helped that Vickie’s income came from selling her diving discoveries and had no particular schedule.
Indeed, diving was one thing they could do together. They shared a passion for the sea, and that did a lot to bridge the chasm of their life experience. Vickie was conscious that this was much more time than Jonah had ever spent out of the water. She tried not to keep him away so long that it became painful for him.
After plenty of landwalker woohoo, Jonah was eager to show Vickie the pleasures of aquatic life.
Vickie found the idea exciting.
Woohoo and the sea, two of her favorite things together? What could be better?
Jonah was certainly thrilled.
It was certainly fun, but Vickie had to admit that her dive equipment made everything a bit awkward.
In the end, they found a compromise.
It worked pretty well for them.
He and Joy had found a perfect cottage. They were just starting to unpack, but he hoped to invite the family for a housewarming gathering as soon as possible.
Edmund had just had a birthday, so this would be a chance to celebrate two parts of his new life at the same time.
At around the same time, Gamora got a very different call from her father.
It was about her stepmother.
Gamora hung and immediately went go find her father. He wasn’t exactly a people person, and he wouldn’t expect to talk to anyone about Emily’s loss. Gamora knew Sawyer well enough to know he’d be wrong.
When his shift ended at the hospital, Gamora was waiting for him. “Hey Dad,” she said. “I thought tonight would be a good time to take you to dinner.”
Sawyer scowled at her. “You don’t eat,” he said. “We’ve been over that before.”
“I’ll watch you eat,” Gamora said. “That’s entertaining enough.”
The fact that he didn’t argue further was a sign of how bleak he was feeling.
Sawyer focused on his food and said very little. Gamora told him about her progress at the astronomy center. Their current focus was clearing space debris which, combined with environmentalist initiatives she was also funding, promised to keep the planet healthy for hundreds of years to come.
“You’re making good use of all that money you cheated from the future,” Sawyer said. “I hope there isn’t some causality loop that unravels all your planning.”
“I specialize in time causality, Dad,” Gamora said. “Give me a little credit here.”
Sawyer finished his meal, sat back, and looked at her. He was lost in thought, and a half smile tugged at his mouth.
Gamora smiled back and waited for him to say something.
“We did everything!” he cried. “Cardiac enhancement drugs. Reinforcement surgery. Experimental treatments. She had the best that medical science could offer, and her heart still failed. I couldn’t do anything because I’m a neuroscientist, not a cardiologist. The cardiologist was an idiot!”
“Dad, I think–” Gamora began.
“I could have saved her life,” Sawyer said. “I’m a world-famous neurosurgeon. I’ve saved hundreds of lives, but I didn’t get to save my own wife!”
“Dad, you did all you could,” Gamora said. “You haven’t saved everyone who came to you either. It doesn’t have to be anyone’s fault.”
“She died in the operating room,” Sawyer said. “I couldn’t do anything. I hate being helpless. I shouldn’t ever be helpless.”
“Emily was my lead nurse and research associate,” he said. “She worked with me on all my recent research. How can I got back without her?”
Gamora didn’t say anything. She just hugged him. He broke down and cried on her shoulder, and she held him tight. Then she took him home and stayed there so he wouldn’t be alone.
After some long talks with his daughter, Sawyer decided to retire. He purchased a new, nicer house. The two of them set to upgrading the interior with bits of technology Gamora had gleaned from the future. Sawyer didn’t seem nearly as bothered by tangling the timeline when the result cooked and cleaned for him.
Gamora wondered where all this compassion came from. Since when was she the kind of person to hold someone, even her dad, while he cried?
When Jonah touched her, Vickie found it hard to think.
All she could feel was the need for more.
Jonah himself spoke mostly with his eyes. He was self-conscious about his air voice, but also he just seemed to be awkward about words. She could feel his fingers tremble against her skin, see the longing in his eyes. Whatever the energy was between them, he was just as consumed by it.
She never saw him slip out of bed as she slept and watch her anxiously.
Eventually, she just had to escape to clear her head. She slipped out while Jonah was sleeping and headed downstairs to find something to eat.
A huge old ball of fluff met her in the kitchen. He was so happy to see her that his body wiggled all over. His joints were stiff enough these days that it took a lot of energy to get that excited. “Connery!” Vickie cried. “Just the pup I need to see!”
“There’s nothing like doggy love,” she said. “Want a smoochie?”
“Hey,” Winston said, coming up behind her. “Are you ok?”
“Um, sure I’m ok?” Vickie’s voice sounded even shakier than she felt. “I think so?”
Winston looked awkward. “I know you’re a big girl and all, Vickie, but you’re my sister. I’ve never seen you bring a guy home and lock yourself in the room with him all day. Do you even know him? I’m pretty sure that’s not Rodney.”
“He’s new,” Vickie admitted. She couldn’t bring herself to say that she’d only just met him, or that they’d only exchanged a handful of words. “Gosh,” she breathed, “this really isn’t something I do.”
“I was kinda thinking that too,” Winston said.
Here, with time to think half a house away from Jonah, Vickie could see how out-of-character her behavior was. It chilled her. Could she be under a spell? She knew there were romance spells, though she’d never learned to cast one. Could… oh dear… a drug do this? Not that Jonah had given anything to eat or drink… that she remembered… And of course he acted a bit strange. He was a merman without a lot of contact with landwalkers. Why was he here again?
Vickie too a deep breath and pulled out her phone. “I think I’m going to call a friend and see if I can get some advice,” she said.
Winston’s face softened. “Look, I don’t want to freak you out. I’m your brother. I have to worry about you. But there’s no harm in giving the guy some space, right?”
She thought she was going to dial Judith, but somehow that didn’t seem like the right kind of advice. She only knew one person who might give her some insight on mermen, but they’d only exchanged some sporadic texts since they met in Isla Paradiso.
“Maya? Hi, it’s Victoria Sample.” She paused. “Yeah, it’s me! It’s great to hear your voice too! ….Yeah, we never talk voice. We should fix that …Well, yeah, I did have a reason for calling. There’s a guy, and he’s a merman, and thought you might give me some advice about mermen…”
“You can stop squealing now, Maya! I get the point!” Vickie flushed. “Yeah, maybe I deserved that.”
To Vickie’s surprise, Maya insisted on meeting in person, and she was quick with the airline reservations. She found a flight that arrived in the afternoon, and they rendezvoused at the Old Mill teahouse.
“Wow, it’s been so long! You look great!” they chorused when they laid eyes on each other.
“I had no idea you could come visit this quickly,” Vickie said. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“I can’t always travel on such short notice,” Maya said, “but you lucked out this time. I had other reasons to spend some time in Avalon.”
“I hope you were going to look me up,” Vickie said.
“Sure I would,” Maya said, though Vickie thought there was a guilty edge to her voice.
“Let’s sit down and have a drink then,” Vickie said. “The Old Mill is such a peaceful place, and I never make time to come here.”
“I want to hear about this merman,” Maya said.
“You listen, and I’ll pour,” Vickie said.
Winston wandered into the kitchen in the afternoon and found Vickie’s guest sitting at the dining table, eating what Winston thought uneasily might be raw fish.
He grabbed a slice of Andria’s flaming angle food cake from the fridge and sat down beside the merman. “Hey,” he said. “I’m Vickie’s brother. My name’s Winston.”
The merman paused and gave Winston a long look. At last, he said, “I am Jonah of the Waves clan. Thank you for your hospitality.”
“It sounds like you’ve been showing my sister a good time,” Winston said. “Good for you. Just a piece of advice, man to man — Vickie lives with two brothers and her mom. You might want to be careful about loud noises.”
“Waves clan, really?” Maya said with raised eyebrows. “Those finfolk are wild.”
“Wild how?” Vickie asked, feeling her stomach tighten.
“Wild like a lot of them have never used their legs at all,” Maya said. “They live out in the deep ocean. I’ve only met a few. I get the impression that they don’t think much of shore mermaids like me.”
“If his clan doesn’t like the land,” Vickie said, “why did Jonah come here?”
Maya snickered. “For you, obviously.”
Vickie thought about that for a while. “You don’t know if Waves clan merfolk have any unusual abilities compared to shore merfolk?”
Maya frowned. “Not that I know of… What are you getting at?”
Vickie felt her face heating up. She tried to keep her voice casual. “Maybe any mermaid can do it? Affect how a human thinks about you?”
Maya frowned. She caught Vickie’s eyes from across the table until Vickie felt uncomfortable and looked away.
“Vickie,” she said. “Have you ever been with someone who really drove you crazy? Like you can’t get enough of them feel most comfortable when you’re with them?”
“I…” Vickie began. She’d had some good woohoo for sure, but she had to be honest with herself — the relationship part had always been awkward. Roderick had been good for a while, but even he had always looked at her with this devotion she couldn’t share. It made her feel guilty every time.
“I guess not,” she finished.
“You know what I think?” Maya said. “I think that you’ve got serious chemistry with a guy for the first time in your life, and it’s freaking you out.”
“You know, Maya,” Vickie said. “I think maybe you’ve got it exactly right.” She leaned forward to pour herself a little more tea.
They let the conversation drift to other things. “It’s been amazing to talk like this,” Vickie said. “I wish you were closer so we could do this all time.”
Maya gave a secretive smile. “That could happen someday,” she said. “Don’t give up hope.” She winked.
“Tell your fishy boyfriend hello for me,” Maya said. “Next time, we double-date or something, okay?”
“Absolutely,” Vickie said. “Thank you so much.”
It was dusk when she returned, and Jonah was waiting for her.
“You were gone when I woke up,” he said. His eyes looked large and mournful. “You’re unhappy. We have gone too fast. If you wish, I will return to the sea.”
“I’m sorry,” Vickie said. “I just needed to get away to think. I want you to stay. Please stay, Jonah.”
His face lit up, and he pulled her close.
I had real writer’s block with this one, but it finally came together.
Vickie wrenched herself away from him. “What? What are you doing?” she demanded. “Who are you?”
“I’m called Jonah, of the Waves clan in the South Simsian Sea,” the merman said in a thick voice.
“So you do speak Simlish,” Vickie said.
Jonah looked embarrassed. “I understand very well,” he said. “I just don’t often speak.. with air.”
“Oh!” Vickie said. “You’ve been following me. Why? Why do you stare at me like that?”
The merman dropped his eyes. “I did not mean to upset you,” he said. “I just felt… this. I assumed you felt it too.”
“Felt what?” Vickie asked, trying to mask the trembling in her voice.
He frowned, thinking, then reached out and brushed his hand over her skin. “I don’t know the name for it,” he said. “The call of the sea?”
She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came.
Instead, she took him by the hand and wordlessly led him back to the house.
They stayed in her bedroom a long time.
Downstairs, Edmund was also thinking romantic thoughts, but of a much more chaste and proper manner.
“Joy? Would you grant me the pleasure of your company at Ventinari’s Restaurant this afternoon? Perhaps on the early side? 6pm? Yes, that would be delightful!”
He arrived early. If Joy appreciated punctuality, he wanted to be punctual. Even if she didn’t, it was unlikely she’d be happier if he were late.
“I wanted to celebrate a milestone with you,” he told her, “both for me and, I hope, for Avalon. We are free of all but the oldest, most powerful vampires.”
“Really? That’s amazing,” Joy said. “You did this all on your own?”
“With the weight of a thousand years of fae knowledge behind me,” Edmund agreed. “The strange thing is that most of them wanted to be free. They thanked me for returning them to mortality.”
Joy shook her head. “I guess I’ll never really understand it all.”
“To celebrate, would you join me for dinner?” Edmund asked.
Joy smiled. “But of course!”
“Vetinari’s is the nicest restaurant in town,” Joy said. “I’ve never been here. I’m looking forward to finding out if it lives up to the hype.”
“My mother makes several things on this menu,” Edmund said. “I wonder how a restaurant compares.”
“Your mother is a gourmet cook?” Joy asked.
“In her spare time,” Edmund agreed.
“While we’re waiting, would you join me in a toast?” Edmund asked. “This is some of my father’s prized nectar, which he put down before he died.”
“How can I say no to that?” Joy said.
“Is it supposed to burn?” she asked.
“Perfect quality flame fruit nectar,” Edmund said. “I have heard that flame fruit nectar is memorable, but I’ll be honest — I have no idea how this tastes. It might be an expensive disaster.”
“All right then, I’ve been warned,” Joy said. “I’m ready for the adventure.” She raised a flaming goblet to her lips.
“Oh, my. This is amazing. I’ve never tasted anything like this!”
“Wonderful! This is ideal for a celebration, then. I think Dad would approve.” Edmund sipped his own.
The nectar danced over his tongue and warmed him from the inside out.
“I think this is going to my head!” he said. They both laughed.
Edmund looked up and met Joy’s eyes over their wine glasses. “I am embarking on a new chapter of my life. I have been searching for a small place of my own, and I’m ready to move away from my family estate. Would you consider joining me there?”
Joy froze, then took another sip. “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about marriage,” she said slowly.
“However you wish to define our relationship, I am at your disposal,” Edmund said. He tried to hide the splash of wine as his hand trembled.
Then Joy’s face relaxed, and she beamed at Edmund. “All right then,” she said. “I would love to move in with you. I know I couldn’t have handled your entire family, but just the two of us, with books and magic, that sounds divine.”
The counter stood between Edmund and Joy, so he couldn’t take her into his arms. Perhaps this wasn’t the most wise place to start an important conversation. He settled instead for a soulful gaze across the distance. “Joy, my love,” he said. “With you, I am the happiest man alive in this moment.”
He was pleased to see her blush.
I had the hardest time with this scene, but here we are — Edmund has completed his Lifetime Wish and is moving out of the house with his girlfriend! He really should have proposed to her, considering that he is a Proper sim, but it didn’t happen in the flow of the moment. Joy is Unflirty and pretty cautious about commitments anyway.
Andria was sleeping better these days. The bed was big and empty, but it was comfortable and familiar.
She also rediscovered her old passions.
There were still alchemy
And even more fun, new cooking techniques!
Old Connery spent most of his time sleeping, but he slept like a king.
And Winston practiced… and performed… and practiced performing.
At home, in private, while he was nursing sore muscles, he might call his mentor Tyrone Biggs a slave driver, but he made sure that never happened where the acrobatics guru could hear him.
How many mentors forced their apprentices to balance on a wet, slippery ball on a chill rainy day? If I catch my death of cold, it will be all his fault, Winston stewed as his hand slipped yet again and he barely avoided falling on his head. Or a cracked skull. He’s going to give me traumatic brain injury, that’s what.
Biggs, however, was finally starting to be impressed by what he saw.
As the rain cleared and the sun began to set, Winston was still thinking murderous thoughts as he juggled, but Biggs was wreathed in smiles.
“I think I’ve seen enough,” Tyrone said.
Winston broke his concentration and let the batons fall around him to the stage. “You mean I can stop?” he asked. “Finally?” Every part of his body ached.
“Yeah, come down,” Tyrone said.
Winston gathered up has equipment and sloshed soggily to his mentor. He could already guess the mistakes that Biggs was going to point out, but he had no energy to try again today.
He was taken completely by surprise, then, when Biggs grabbed his hand and shook it. “Bravo,” he said. “You were amazing.”
Winston blinked. “I was what?”
“I think you are officially better than I was at my peak,” Tyrone continued. “I have nothing more to teach you. From here on out, I can no longer be your mentor. Consider us peers.”
“Wow!” Vickie said when he had told her the story. “Congratulations! You’re in the big time now!”
“I don’t know,” Winston said slowly. “Now it’s just me. I don’t have anyone to help me improve. What if I can’t go any further without Bigg’s guidance?”
“That’s nonsense,” Vickie said firmly. “I’ve seen you up there. You’re great. You can push yourself just as hard and Biggs ever did.”
Winston let himself relax. “Yeah, thanks sis.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” she said. “Now you go take a shower and get out of those soggy clothes before you catch your death of cold.”
Winston grinned. “Glad to know you still think I can take care of myself.”
On a bright, sunny morning, Vickie answered the call of the sea. The wreck of the Mango Marauder still held some secrets, and she planned to spend the afternoon investigating.
Once she slipped into the water, however, her plans changed.
Something… someone… surfaced nearby.
Mermaids in Avalon? Vickie thought of them as creatures who preferred to live in tropical climates.
“H- hello?” she said. “Are you new here? Welcome to Avalon?”
The mermaid held her gaze for another long moment. He was almost close enough to touch.
Then he dove, brushing lightly against her as he swam swiftly away.
Vickie watched as he dropped out of sight below the water. “Wow,” she said. “That was weird.”
Avalon Gossip column:
Rod’s rebound relationship with cougar Claire James ended in a shouting match like almost every relationship Claire has dated for three generations.
After which, she finally said the last goodbye to the neighborhood. She didn’t slow down to the very end. I assume she got what she wanted and enjoyed kicking guys to the curb. She sure didn’t like them clingy.
One afternoon, while she was placing some of her diving discoveries for sale at the consignment store, Vickie heard a familiar voice call her name. “Victoria Sample, is that you?”
She turned around to find Danial Ibari.
“There you are!” he exclaimed when their eyes met. “How the heck are you? It’s been too long.”
Vickie took a half-step back. Was this really Danial. He was grinning from ear to ear. When they’d last spoken, he was a shell of a man after his wife Sandra died. She’d been giving him space. “Wow,” she managed. “You look amazing.”
“It’s great to hear that because I feel amazing,” Danial said. “Life is really looking up. I still miss Sasha, but there’s so much living still to do.”
“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that,” Vickie said. “I was really worried about you. You deserve the very best in life.”
She remembered how Danial had felt crying on her shoulder as she held him at Sasha’s funeral. They’d really had a connection then. Then she’d let Roderick monopolize her time. What a mistake that turned out to be.
“You were with me when I hit bottom,” Danial said. “I never got a chance to thank you.”
Vickie flushed. “I didn’t think about it that way,” she said. “You’re just… you’re a great guy, Danial.”
“I know you understand that part of me died with Sasha. I feel like I’m on my second life now. I have my beautiful daughter with Sasha. You have to meet her, Vickie! And now I’m getting married again!”
“I’m so glad–” Vickie began. “You’re what?”
“I know it’s kind of sudden,” Danial said. His eyes were alight, and the words came out in a rush. “I met Devon Marmalade right after my little girl was born, and we just clicked. She has a huge family, and they adopted me. It’s like all the loneliness was the price I had to pay for this moment.”
“Wow…” Vickie said. “I’m so happy for you.”
After she escaped from the consignment store, Vickie spent the rest of the afternoon with Connery. At least their love for each other was simple and easy to understand.
“You don’t think I missed out with Danial, do you boy? Of course not! I don’t need a guy right now. When I want a boyfriend, there are plenty of single guys out there to find.”
Connery was very supportive.
Was she ready, though? Vickie could never really remember feeling lonely. Attention from boys always ended up awkward. They seemed to want something she couldn’t give. But she could imagine what it would be like to have a partner — a real partner — and it was nice. It just seemed like such a remote fantasy.
The next day dawned bright and beautiful.
“When is the last time I took you out sailing?” she asked Andria.
“I think the last time was never,” Andria said.
“Well, that’s a mistake I plan to fix right now,” Vickie said. “Bring your fishing rods. There’s a lot more I want to learn.”
Edmund rang the doorbell at Marisela’s Flynn’s house and tapped his foot as he waited. She had invited him here, but he couldn’t help feeling nervous anyway.
The door opened, and a scowling man walked out onto the front step. He didn’t say anything.
“I’m looking for… Marisela?” Edmund said nervously.
The man nodded his head and stepped aside.
“Edmund!” Marisela said. “I’m so glad you could come! I see you met my partner Brock.”
Edmund’s eyes darted over to Brock, looming at them just out of reach. “I guess I have now,” he said.
“Things happened so fast when you… turned me back,” Marisela said. “I didn’t really thank you the way I should have.”
“The look on your face was all the thanks I needed,” Edmund said. “The truth is that I didn’t know if I could do it. The Fae Council didn’t know if it could be done. The whole thing might have come to nothing. I hope I could have avoided hurting you.”
“I was ready to take the risk,” Marisela said. “You’re the first sim who ever tried to release me from my undead cage.”
“Was it really a cage to you?” Edmund asked. “I have revived other vampires now, and they all seem relieved. I did not expect that.” He didn’t exactly say that he had been reviving them without their consent, but that understanding hung between them.
“You don’t know what it feels like to be a creature of the night,” Marisela said. Her face looked haunted.” Old sims who sought it out for immortality have had time to regret. I had given up hope.”
“I’m forever grateful for your trust,” Edmund said. “And, uh, Brock, can I help you?”
Brock pushed his way into the conversation. “Hey, did you hear the one about the sim who went to the park and put his car in his pocket?” he rumbled.
“It’s… a joke?” Edmund said.
“Oh dear,” Marisela said. “Don’t let my husband bother you. He has a strange sense of humor.”
“No, really,” Brock insisted. “I have a million of ’em.”
Edmund couldn’t remember when he’d laughed so hard. Some of it was relief, but the guy really was funny. “You’re a great guy, Brock,” he said.
“Because of you, we’re going to have a baby!” Marisela said. “We’ve wanted a family for so long. Please come visit when she’s born. If you’re willing, we’d like you to be our child’s godfather.”
“Wow,” Edmund said. “I’d be honored.”
[Brock’s face! He looked so scary, but all he wanted to do was tell jokes.]
After their house was destroyed, Manisha and her husband Ash had a messy divorce. They now shared custody of their adopted daughter and lived on opposite sides of Avalon — as far apart as they could manage on the island. Manisha reverted to her maiden name of Kapoor.
Ash Sample-Baerwyn wasn’t as easy to track down as she has expected. He had an active Internet life of conspiracy theories about asteroid threats, but when he left his house, his behavior was fairly random.
On evening after work, Gamora finally found him out dancing at a local beach club.
He and his date seemed to be getting on well, and that was inconvenient.
Gamora needed to get rid of her, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. While she was scheming, Ash’s date seemed to remember something and dashed away.
Well, that was much more convenient.
She remembered the disguise as if she’d used it yesterday. It was strange to pull this identity back on. She’d never expected to use it again.
“Mr. Sample-Baerwyn!” she called out. “I’m so surprised to see you here!”
Ash turned and stared at her. “Wow,” he said. “You’re the one who started it all. Where did you disappear to? What is your name?”
“I found your asteroid apocalypse page online,” Gamora said. “I never imaged so many people would believe that an asteroid was coming to destroy our planet!”
“You opened my eyes,” Ash said. “Did you know that my house was destroyed by a meteor a few days after I spoke to you?”
Gamora managed a believable gasp. “Oh no! Was everyone all right?”
“Nobody was injured,” he said. “I knew then that we are all doomed. We have to enjoy our last days as much as we can, and to heck with the future.”
Yup… that’s definitely how he ended up divorced.
Gamora grimaced. “Well, about that….” she said.
Ash looked alarmed. “Is it coming?” he demanded. “What do you know?”
She looked down and cranked up her pheromone release as much ash she could. Breathe out, breathe in, hope he would be suggestible enough…. “The asteroid has changed course. We’re all saved.”
“What!” Ash said. “How could that happen? We’re all doomed!”
“It’s the new Astrophysics research facility,” Gamora said. “Did you hear about it?”
“That place?” he said. “I heard about it. Great big deep space telescope by the science facility. Built from a grant from some rich science snob named Sample. We’re probably related. What about it?”
“It was founded because astrophysicists read your website,” Gamora said. “They believed you and went looking for a way to solve the planet. A new probe just reached the asteroid and pushed it on a course to the sun instead.”
“You’re a hero, Mr. Sample-Baerwyn.”
Ash was dumbfounded. “You. What. That can’t be right.”
“It is! You saved the planet! If you don’t believe me, send your followers to read the records at the Astrophysics lab.” If they looked, and Gamora wasn’t entirely sure they would, she’d left plenty of clues for good conspiracy-theorists to find.
“We’re not all going to die,” he said mechanically.
“We’re not going to die,” Gamora repeated. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. You gave us hope again.”
Ash blinked, as if the entire world was too confusing for him to understand anymore. “My wife and daughter…” he murmured.
“You should give them a call, Mr. Sample-Baerwyn,” Gamora said. “I’m sure they want to hear from you.”
“But, who are you?” Ash asked again.
“Don’t worry about me,” Gamora said. “I’m nobody. Just a concerned astrophysicist.”
Woo, this one wasn’t easy to write either, but a lot happened!
Every time someone walked into the house, they could feel the void of Dylan’s absence.
Andria threw herself into holding her children together. Whenever she saw them, she had a hug to offer or a kind word.
“You’ve been staying out so late,” she told Edmund. “You need to take care of yourself. It’s going to be all right.”
“I’m all right, Mum,” Edmund assured her. “It’s not really about Dad. I miss him, but there’s work I just have to do.”
“I hope it’s good work,” Andria said. “You’re looking so haggard.”
“It is good,” Edmund said, but he didn’t take the hint to tell her what he was doing.
Edmund was focused on cleaning up Avalon’s night. It was the most powerful affirmation of life he could think of.
He found Anton Pierce’s brother William at the beach house at midnight.
When Edmund walked into the building, he and William stared at each other for a long moment.
“Are you all right,” he companion Monica asked, looking frightened. “Should we leave? William?”
William suddenly nodded. “Anton said you’d come for me,” he said. “I’ve had enough. I’m ready.”
“I”m ready to sleep for the first time in many lifetimes,” he said. “Stand back, Monica.”
“William!” Monica said, her voice rising, “What are you doing? Are you sure?”
“I’m ready,” Williams said. He covered his eyes and waited.
Edmund called the magic to his fingers and whispered the words.
“It’s done,” he said. The one-time-vampire took a deep, shuddering breath — the first in a long time.
William said nothing more. He looked to Monica, who was watching wide-eyed from across the room.
They walked out of the beach house together, leaving Edmund alone.
Winston threw himself into his work.
The pub Fiddler’s Green offered him a contract for a series of Friday night performances.
He accumulated a few devoted fans, though he didn’t fill up the pub the way the proprietor was hoping.
Gamora didn’t consider herself terribly close to Uncle Dylan. She was buried in research in her new lab, and she didn’t learn of his passing until days later.
She emerged triumphantly, her eyes wild, holding a vial of glowing liquid.
“Now I just need to test it!” she declared. And who better to test it on than herself.
It felt good.
Aunt Abby found her standing on the grounds of the science complex. “We’ve been looking for you,” she said without preamble. “Why haven’t you been answering your phone? Wait — what did you do to yourself?”
“You look like in you’re in a bad mood,” Gamora said with a fiendish grin. “I can help with that.”
“Of course I’m in a bad mood. If you’d just answer your phone– Wait!”
It was too late. Gamora wasn’t really listening.
Abby stood for a moment, disoriented, as the effect washed over her.
“Does it feel good?” Gamora demanded. “I need to know. For science!”
“Groovy,” Abby said slowly. “Except there was something I needed to tell you about your uncle…”
Afterward, Gamora had some other ideas about what to do with her concoction.
“I bet I can blow the biggest bubble!”
“Whoa. I didn’t see that coming…”
Vickie escaped to the place she felt most at home. But she also was not quite herself. She knew what to do when she found a shark circling in the water — swim away slowly and nonthreateningly.
But just that moment, everything seemed pointless.
The shark swam away with a bruised nose, and Vickie with a few scrapes and a valuable shark tooth she sold in consignment.
It could easily have gone the other way, though. While her heart was still pounding from the fight, she stopped for a moment to take stock. She missed her dad, but she intended to live a good long time still.
She’d been locked inside her own grief for too long. It was time to think about someone else’s needs.
Vickie found her mom standing outside, fishing in a downpour.
“Hey mom,” she said. “You’re soaked to the bone. Come inside you catch cold, and I’ll make you some hot tea.”
“It’s all right,” Andria said. “The rain feels good, and the fish are biting. Look at this catch!”
“If you’re sure you want to stay out, would you like some company?” Vickie asked.
“You’ve never fished before,” Andria said.
“Could you teach me?” Vickie asked.
They returned home in the evening, soaked to the bone, and dried off over a warm dinner.
“You don’t have to be alone without Dad,” Vickie told her. “You’ve always been here for us, but we can be here for you too.”
“I know,” Andria said. “Thank you.”
Bummer of a post, but at least I’m through it.
Avalon gossip column:
Hunter’s unicorn pal has been kicking around in Avalon for generations, but all things come to and end in this game, even unicorns apparently.
Winston missed out on Paulette Callender. She got over her crush on him and married Java Weaver, my simself’s bastard kid with Tewl Langurd. I’m sure THAT will go well….
Java is in the Education career, and he sucks at it. I keep seeing him get promoted and then demoted. Paulette is in sports, and I haven’t seen anything about her in ages.
Townie adventures were all about the Langurds, it turns out. Sam’s simself also said goodbye in the most melodramatic way possible. She kicked her on-again, off-again boy-toy Stephan out of the house while she was on her deathbed.
And immediately after:
Sam has two young kids — a teen Claudia and a child Tammie. I think they were conceived by Sam’s male partner(s) at the time — who might or might not have been Stephan. They both seem to be yellow hair and gold skin, which I’m pretty sure was Sam’s combination, so I’m not going to get visuals to tell me who their dad was.
Using her new enormous wealth, Gamora founded the Avalon Astronomical Society and funded a deep-space research facility.
She also began a research program into the scientific underpinnings of fulfillment and happiness.
This involved a lot of experiments around laughter.
“Whatever that is, don’t point it at me,” Aunt Abby said, backing away.
“It’s not going to hurt you,” Gamora said. “It’s part of my observational research into laughter.”
“I’m to tired to laugh,” Abby said. “Our son Hans is running us ragged. I’m not sure what we were thinking, waiting this long to adopt.”
“None of us had any idea what you were thinking,” Gamora pointed out.
“”He’s a great kid,” Abby said. “We’re just…. really tired. A lot.”
Roderick’s face lit up when he saw her walking toward him across the market square. “You look amazing,” he said.
Vickie blushed. “I look the same as I do every day,” she said.
“That’s what I mean,” Rod said. “Amazing. Sometimes I just can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.”
“Come on!” he said beckoning her into the movie. “This movie is by an indie director who has really inspired me. His use of the colors red and blue are just revolutionary.”
Victoria hesitated outside and took a couple of deep breaths.
“Oh hey,” Rod said as she sat down beside him. “What kept you? The movie is starting.”
“I just needed a little air,” Victoria said.
“See what I mean about the color red?” he murmured to her as the film rolled. “The symbolism is really profound. And wait till you see what he does with blue.”
Rod continued his narrative about how the color filters and cinematography demonstrated the movie’s message. Vickie nodded at the right places. Her thoughts were scattered, and it was hard to track what was happening on the screen anyway. She was grateful Rod didn’t expect her to have any opinions on the director’s style.
When the movie was over, Rod sprang out of his seat. “Why don’t we have a drink at the bookstore coffeeshop and talk about the film?” he said. “I’ve been talking your ear off. I’d love to hear what you think.”
“Maybe a drink is a good idea,” Vickie said.
“It’ll be my treat,” Rod said with a grin. “I can still do some of that boyfriend stuff.”
Before he reached the barista, Vickie knew she couldn’t let this go on any longer.
“Rod, wait,” she said. He turned around in surprise at the sound of her voice. “I… I really like you, Rod, but this isn’t working out.”
Rod froze and stared at her. She could see the shock and the beginning of heartbreak plan on his face.
“Are you breaking up with me?” he asked.
“I– yes, I am,” Vickie said, trying to make her voice firm. “It’s not you. You’re a great person, and we’ve had a lot of fun, and–”
“It’s not me, it’s you??” Rod snarled. “You can’t possibly be using that line on me. If I’m so much fun, we could work it out. Just talk to me about what’s wrong.”
“I don’t think we have enough in common,” Vickie said quietly, unable to meet his eyes. “I think you’ll be a wonderful boyfriend for someone else.”
“So that’s it?” Rod cried. “I told you I love you, and you’re going to drop me like we’re nothing? We’re magic together. I won’t believe you don’t feel it. Whatever I’m doing wrong, I can fix it. Just talk to me.”
He reached for her, and she stepped back.
“I’m sorry, Rod,” she said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I have to go.”
She ran away from him and out the door. He didn’t try to follow her.
When she burst through the front door, Edmund was grabbing a late lunch at the breakfast bar. He looked up at her face and stopped mid-chew. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“No,” Vickie said. “But I’ll be all right. I don’t want to talk about it yet.”
“You broke up with Roderick, didn’t you?”
“I’m not going to confirm or deny right now.”
“All right, sister. Just let me know if you need anything.”
Connery jumped up from his bed and hurried up to meet her as fast as his old legs could take him.
This was the kind of companionship she wanted right now.
“Who’s a good boy?”
Later, she called Judith to tell her the news.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried. “You come over right now. I’ll make hot chocolate, and we can watch a sappy movie.”
“Please no movies,” Vickie said.
“OK, the hot tub then.”
“What about Mason?”
“Don’t worry. It’ll just be us, like old times. Mason works nights.”
There was an odd tone to her voice as she said it, but Vickie didn’t have the heart to ask right then.
While Vickie was visiting Judith, Winston was not having his best performance.
He went home and soaked in the tub for a long time. At least most of his hair survived.
With all their kids gone, Andria and Dylan had plans for the evening. But the received a surprise.
It was Dylan’s time.
Dylan had no regrets. He greeted Grim with a bow and shook his hand before fading away.
Andria was left alone.
Well, that ends the post on a low note.
I adored Dylan, and I’m so sad sad to see him go. Not as sad as poor Andria, though.
In lighter (?) news, Roderick is taking his breakup hard. He threw himself right to the rebound queen of the town, Claire James. I have no idea what her traits are, but I believe she has gone steady and broken up with every single sim in town for two generations. Oh, dear.
Andria was waiting on the steps when Winston and Vickie returned from Barnacle Bay. “How was your vacation?” she asked, a sly look in her eye.
“The diving there was beautiful,” Vickie said. “I’ve never seen crystal caves like that…”
“And what about that boy of yours? Roderick is his name? Did you have fun with him?”
“Yeeeess… What are you getting at, Mom?”
“I just think he seems like a nice boy,” Andria said. “Maybe the kind of boy to settle down with and, you know, give me some grandkids.”
“Mom!” Vickie said. “That is way too personal!”
“I’m just not getting any younger,” Andria said. “I thought you could use a reminder.”
Vickie decided to go sailing for the rest of the day.
On the spur of the moment, Gamora called her dad and invited him to dinner. She and Sawyer didn’t see each other nearly as much as they used to.
“It’s nice to see you, but you don’t have to eat food to keep me company,” Sawyer said.
Gamora shrugged. “I like the irony of a plant chewing on meat.”
Gamora caught up on Sawyer’s genetic research, and she shared some carefully curated insights from the future. Neither of them brought up Gamora’s mother Manisha or the asteroid that had strangely hit her house. Gamora had to admit that it felt good. Her father was the closest she really had to a loved one, and she was aware of that in a way she’d never been before.
“We should do this more often,” she said as they got up to leave. “I want to know what the rainbow radiation does to your siminovium bacteria cultures.”
Sawyer opened his mouth to share more bacteria trivia when a fanfare erupted on the patio.
“You played the lottery,” Sawyer said. “And won?”
“I did!” Gamora crowed. “Isn’t it amazing?” She looked very pleased with herself and not nearly surprised enough.
Sawyer, on the other hand, didn’t look pleased at all.
“You did this with knowledge from the future!” he shouted at her. “Do you know what this could do to the space-time continuum? We could all dissolve into our component molecules? How dare you take that risk for some extra funding!”
“Oh that’s just great!” Gamora shouted back. “Can you give me a little credit? How stupid do you think I am? When is the last time you solved a tachyon combustion equation anyway?”
“I don’t do research that could blow up human lives,” Sawyer snarled.
“You did with me!”
They stood there for a long moment, staring at each other. Gamora could tell that underneath Sawyer’s scowl, her barb had hit home.
“I didn’t grow you to hurt anyone,” he said quietly. “I grew you because I wanted a child. A child who was just as special as I could make with science.”
“Wait,” she said. “I don’t want to fight. It’s not what you think.”
Sawyer let out his breath with a whoosh. “If you give me more data, I can think something else.”
“The future has already been contaminated,” Gamora said. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that it might be her fault. “I want to fix things, and the lottery is the first step. I wasn’t even sure that I’d be able to use information from the current future to inform this present. This experiment proves that the rest of my plans should work.”
Sawyer pondered this for a moment. “If what you say is true, it has enormous consequences to the Theory of the Immutability of Time Travel,” he said. “I won’t interfere with your scientific work, but I’d appreciate it if none of us die of time paradox.”
“You won’t,” Gamora said. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
Sawyer nodded. “1.5 million simoleons is a lot of money,” he said.
Gamora grinned. “Yes. It’s a lot more than I was expecting. With this kind of funding, I can expand my project.”
She bade her father goodbye and jumped on her hoverboard to return to her lab. She thought about Sawyer and Manisha and Manisha’s husband and their adopted kid. She heard Emit’s accusatory voice and remembered the trash piled up in the polluted haze of the future. She wondered which exact choices she had made were the most important to this time stream.
If she’d been a different kind of person, perhaps one who placed more value on her impact on others, what might have gone differently?
Vickie ventured back to the house around dinnertime. She found Winston in the living room, ready to leave for an evening performance. He looked anything but psyched to perform.
“Still no word from Luisa?” she asked?
Winston shook his head. “She’s not going to call,” he said. “I don’t know how I misread that whole situation. Why didn’t she just say she wasn’t into me? I thought… wow, I thought we really connected. I wish I knew what I did that drove her away.”
“Maybe she didn’t want to fight for your attention from all the other girls,” Vickie tried to tease him, but the look on his face told her that was a bad call.
Winston scowled. “I’m not that much of a player,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with you. I know you’ll find someone, and she’ll be lucky to have you for a boyfriend. Maybe… Luisa didn’t think she could handle something long-distance, but she didn’t want to wreck the moment when you were both having a such a good time. …Maybe she couldn’t facing hurting you when she could see what a great guy you were.”
Winston gave her a probing look. “Things are not going well with Rod, are they?” he asked.
Vickie cringed. “I didn’t mean to make this conversation all about me.”
“Here’s to two wrecks on the love train.”
Edmund waited patiently at the market until nearly midnight. The plaza was nearly deserted, save for a few sims who drifted in and out according to the theater’s schedule.
Finally his quarry arrived.
Edmund placed a bookmark in his book and rose deliberately. “Anton Pierce!” he called across the plaza.
The other man looked around to see who was calling him. “That’s my name,” he growled. “Or so they tell me.”
“You’ve troubled Avalon for more than three generations,” Edmund said. “Your time is up.”
Anton met Edmund’s gaze with unnerving, luminescent eyes. “Oh. Now I understand. I heard of you and what you did to Marisella Flynn. I wondered when I would see you.”
“I’m going to clean up this town, one vampire at a time,” Edmund said. “Now is your turn.”
Before Anton could react, he raised his hands.
Anton was caught mid-strike. Terror flashed across a face that had not shown fear in a very long time.
As the magic enveloped him, color returned to his deathly skin, and the glow in his eyes faded. He let out a surprised sound, half-grunt, half-growl. “Yarrrrgh… that–”
“This feels amazing…”
“I– I never thought I’d be saying this,” Anton stammered. “But thank you. I had forgotten what it was like to be alive. It’s wonderful.”
Edmund smiled. “I didn’t expect to say this either, but you’re welcome.”
Anton took a deep breath, clearly relishing the air in his lungs.
Without another word, he got back into his car and drove away.
Andria met Victoria at the front steps after her return from vacation travel to ask her for grandchildren. Way to go, mom. LOL.
The whole winning the lottery animation is bizzarre. You get showered with confetti and a gigantic check appears from nowhere. There are no other sims involved. There wasn’t much of a way to build a story around that, so I just hung a lampshade on it.
Edmund is actually using the strong cure elixirs made by Andria to cure vampirism. Cure elixirs are supposed to apply to his Healer LTW. Unfortunately, it appears that the ONLY thing that applies to this wish is reversing transformation curses. Too bad. So out-of-story his doing a lot of transforming sims in and out of frog state.
Dawn in Oasis Landing was pretty much the same as dusk – orange-gray hazy and the stink of pollution.
Gamora was ready to put this place behind her. Permanently.
Gamora rose early, not that early and late looked all that different. She had one more place to go before she returned to the time machine — the Oasis Landing Library.
She needed to now a lot more about the future history that brought her here.
That errand finished, she found herself on the roof of the visitor’s center, staring again at the enigmatic glow of Emit Relevart’s little holiday project.
“All right,” she said to herself. “I hope this works.”
And then she was home, with a backache this time.
“Are you here for the Simfeset?” the asked the proprietor of Coffee Under the Sea. “What name should I put on the list?”
“Twisted Tiberious,” Winston said brightly. “Maybe you’ve heard of me.”
The proprietress chuckled as she pocketed his entry fee. “Nope, and I never heard of that guy either. You’re up after the magic act.”
Winston had to admit that Josie Sample-Ursine’s performance was getting pretty polished these days.
The vanishing cabinet routine still could use some work, though.
Winston hated to admit it, but watching Josie screw up made him feel more confident. If the vanishing-cabinet-that-wasn’t was the best he was up against, this contest was his to lose.
Which he did.
The prize went to Daniel Ibari.
When Winston trudged home for a shower, he found Gamora and Victoria’s boyfriend having a shouting match on the porch.
“I don’t care who you’re sleeping with, you step on my flowers, I will cut you!”
“So, you live her too? Vickie didn’t say anything about a wicked — is your hair made out of leaves?”
“None of your business!”
Winston shoved his way between them. “Pardon me, I actually do live here.”
When he made it through the door, he found Victoria standing in the middle of the living room, glowering at her phone. “I have got to get out of here for a while,” she declared.
“I’m coming with you,” said Winston.
“Did someone say vacation?” Roderick chimed in. “I’ve heard you plan some truly amazing vacations.”
So she took them to Barnacle Bay, a lovely seaside village turned resort town.
Gamora was not invited, but she made it clear she had other plans anyway.
Victoria found them rooms at The Blue Bridle Inn, a cozy bed and breakfast that had been renovated in recent years and now billed itself as a luxury hotel.
“Let’s drop our bags behind the counter and get out on the water!” Vickie exclaimed as they burst through the front doors.
Rod grabbed hold of her hand. “Let’s check out our rooms first,” he said. Vickie shrugged and allowed him to lead her up the stairs, hauling her rollerbag behind her.
He opened the door with a flourish, and Vickie looked around. Rod puffed out his chest. “I slipped the receptionist a 20 and got us the honeymoon suite,” he said.
“This is our first trip away as a couple. I want us to have all the romance.” He pulled her into his arms.
Victoria fumbled with her bag. “Um, just give me a sec,” she said, finding a corner to stash it behind her. “Now I’m ready.” Roderick grinned a pulled her in for a kiss.
“You sure you want to go back outside?” he murmured in her ear. “The bed looks so comfortable.”
Vickie hesitated, processing what he said. Sure, the room looked nice, and the bed might be more comfortable that the one she had at home, but it wasn’t SO different. Why would she go on vacation just to stay inside?
“A bit later?” she asked sheepishly. “We can’t go sailing after the sun goes down.”
Rod’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes showed his disappointment. “Sure, make me wait,” he teased.
They changed quickly and ran out the back deck to the semi-private beach. Victoria’s face lit up. “They have windsurfing!” She dashed down into the stand where the resort offered complimentary surfboards. Ankle deep in the water, she looked back to Roderick. “Join me?”
“I’ve never windsurfed,” he admitted.
“I could give you some pointers,” Vickie suggested.
“That’s all right. I’m still a bit jetlagged. I’ll just watch you.”
She was on the sea with the wind in her hair within minutes, feeling free as she never did on the shore.
Rod grabbed a cocktail from the bar and sat down to sun himself. As he sipped his drink, his eyes drank in Victoria’s expert movements too and fro across the waves. “She’s amazing,” he whispered to himself. “I’m so lucky.”
Edmund settled for some lower-key swimming.
Winston, on the other hand, was distracted before he made it out the door.
“Hey there,” the hot blonde called as she caught him as he walked past the bar. “New to Barnacle Bay?”
He took in her face and body in a glance and moved closer. “Never been here before in my life. Do you have advice?”
She smirked. “My friend and I were just heading to the hot tub.”
“You know?” that sounds like a great idea to me too.
The rest of the family never really missed him.
The sun was well below the horizon when Vickie returned to the short, and Rod was waiting for her.
“Did you have a nice time?” she asked. “You didn’t have to stay sitting around the whole time.”
Rod waved her worries away. “Not at all. The sun felt wonderful.”
“Well, I’m famished,” Vickie continued. “I wonder what’s at the buffet.”
“So… I was thinking,” Rod said with a twinkle in his eye. “What say we call room service? It’d be nice to get some time alone together on our first night.”
That didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Vickie met his seductive glance with one of her own.
“All right then,” she said. “I think I can be persuaded.” She blew him a kiss.
“Is it getting hot in here?” Rod asked, fanning himself. He took her hand, and she could barely get up the stairs fast enough.
At the top of the stairs, Roderick held the door to the honeymoon suite open for her. “Ladies first.”
Vickie laughed. “Don’t be full of such crap.”
He looked into her eyes, the teasing crinkle smoothing from the edges of his to show the longing he tried to keep hidden. He adored to the depths of his soul, and she could feel it. He drew close to her, and she nestled into his arms. “Is it all right?” he asked in a small voice. “I don’t mean to be a jerk.”
She rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in the scent of him. “No,” she said. “You’re being sweet.
She pulled away and drew them to the bed.
This part, this part felt good. They fit together so well.
Vickie had to admit that Rod had been right. This place, and this bed, were a very nice place to spend part of her vacation.
As they came up for air, Roderick drew back and gazed into her eyes. “Oh, Victoria,” he whispered. “I love you.”
She froze. “You… I mean I…”
“Shh,” Rod said, “You don’t have to say anything.”
So she didn’t. She let her mind shut off and fell back into the easy part, the part that always felt right.
But she lay awake, curled against him, long after she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath as he slept.
He loved her. What did it mean? What should she do? What was she supposed to feel?
Was this what love felt like?
She rose at dawn. Rod murmured muzzy nonsense against her lips as she kissed him.
Then she grabbed her gear and made out to the beach for an early dive.
The air was chill, and thick mist rolled in from the sea.
But the fabled undersea crystal canyon glittered with its own light.
It was just as beautiful as she’d been led to believe.
Back at the hotel, Winston made it downstairs as far as the masseur.
Then he spent some time at the bar, which was hosting a karaoke night…. well, karaoke afternoon.
After a few drinks, he teamed up with a local sim to sing a few ballads.
He thought she’d said her name was Luisa Libros. She was pretty hot. Oh, and she had a pretty good voice.
At least he thought so. The peanut gallery wasn’t so sure.
He thought he felt a connection, but there had been so MANY hot women at the resort he’d connected with. She headed out before he could ask for her number.
Edmund took in the view from his room and pondered the meaning of life.
When Victoria returned from diving, she found Roderick in an alcove off of the dining room.
“Did you realize they have a screening theater here?” he told Vickie excitedly. “The proprietress says they host a film festival in the fall. We should totally come back then! Here, you should really see this. This director uses light like I’ve never seen. It’s almost film noire, except not really.”
“Oh, wow,” Vickie said. “I’m so glad you had a good time. But did you go outside at all?”
Rod blushed. “Well, I… no, no I didn’t. Their film collection has some classics I’ve never seen before.”
“Wow,” she said.
He patted the seat beside him. “You should sit down and rest. I’d love to share this film with you.”
“Thanks,” she said, “But I’m pretty tired after diving, and I’m crusted with salt. I’ll see you at dinner.”
They called an early night.
Which was a good thing because a couple of drunk regulars woke everyone up with a loud pillow fight at one AM.
Winston was back in the hot tub for the evening when he was met with a surprise.
“Luisa? I thought you went home!”
“I did go home silly. It wasn’t far away. I thought I’d come back and see if you were still around.”
“I’m still around,” Winston said. “Definitely still here!”
She turned out to be just as fun as she was hot. They were up late, laughing and talking.
He couldn’t imagine the vacation could go better.
In the morning, Vickie caught Winston at breakfast. “How was the night?” she asked slyly. “You sure seemed to be having a great time when I went to bed. Who was the girl?”
“Luisa,” Winston said, “And… I think I need to spend more time in this town. Maybe a lot more time.”
“My wild and crazy brother couldn’t be taking some girl seriously?” she asked.
“Come on,” Winston wheedled. “I’m not that wild and crazy.”
“I’m really not feeling so hot,” Rod admitted. “I think I’m coming down with something. Air travel, the hotel, you just never know what you might be exposed to.”
“Don’t worry about me, though. There’s a special screening this afternoon, and I hear they booked the mayor.”
Vickie leaned in to kiss him, then thought the better of it. “Just so long as you’re having a good time,” she said.
“Don’t worry about me,” Rod said. “Everything your brothers told me about your vacationing is true. I’m having a fabulous time.”
So she left him watching a science fiction robot thriller
and went cave diving.
Winston spent his last evening in Barnacle Bay out under the stars with Luisa.
“I’d really like to see more of you,” he told her earnestly.
She gave him a secretive smile. “Well, you have my number.”
“I’ll call as soon as I get home.”
“I’ll be here.”
He did call as soon as he was back in his room. The phone number she gave him connected to a local restaurant.
He never saw her again, and he never found out why.
I wrote a post! I wrote a post!
Yeah… so Winston and Luisa REALLY hit it off. I thought he’d finally found The One and was going to get into a serious relationship.
The NRaas Traveler erased their entire relationship when he returned home. Sadly, the whole travel process was glitchy going and coming.
I’m sure that if I sent him back, the whole romance would have been right there waiting for him, but I took it as a sign that the story was going somewhere else.