“In My Love, You’ll Find You’re Free.”

Anya has taken to combining her two favorite pastimes–drinking and mourning for Timothy. Now that’s multitasking.

Anya

“I really, simply cannot tell you what the pull is. I’m drawn here. That’s all it is.”

As soon as she comes home from school, Manzanita runs over to mourn Timothy, too.

Manzanita

“Oh, Grandpa. It’s lonely without you. Though I never knew you, I miss you.”

The new bench near the graveyard is a great place to do homework.

Manzanita

“I can concentrate better here.”

Anya

“I’m so glad we have something in common, Manzy.”

Night falls.

The graveyard feels even more serene with the sound of water from the new fountain, and a few luna moths hover near the wild flowers.

Everyone’s asleep, except for Mesquite who’s on a space mission and Anya, who’s at work.

There’s a strange shadow near the graveyard.

Cedar

It’s Cedar! I’ve missed you, Cedar!

Cedar

“What good is it to come back if I’m without Timothy?”

Cedar’s blue. She looks sad.

But look! There’s Timothy, and now she’s happy-green!

Cedar

“I’ve missed you, babe! It’s so cool you’re here!”

Cedar

“Cedar. I can see through you.” And at that moment, Timothy realizes that Cedar had died.

Cedar

“Babe! I’m right here! We’re together in this!”

Cedar can’t wait around–there’s so much to explore! When she sees the new fountain and the wildflowers around it, her thought bubble fills with a butterfly.

Cedar

“It’s even more beautiful when I can see through things…”

Cedar

“Oh! Now this blicblock is just too cool! I never had time to play video games when I was alive!”

Timothy, all sad-blue, heads over to cry it out in Mesquite’s empty bed, but by the time I move over there, Cedar has arrived. They’re both flirty.

Cedar

“Timothy? Are you ok?”

Timothy

“Cedar!”

Cedar

“Babe.”

Cedar

“Oh, God, I’ve missed you.”

Cedar

“You still do it for me, Timothy. I still feel that same way inside.”

Cedar

“Do you remember what I told you? Way back then… on that day looking over the canyon? ‘In my love, you’ll be free.'”

Cedar

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Timothy

“I am finally happy again. And, yeah. Free.”

Cedar has so much to explore with this new non-corporal existence.

Cedar

“Yes! I get to learn about computers from the inside out!”

Emory, still in her costume from the party the night before, decides it’s about time to leave. She never knew Cedar, after all.

Emory

“Yeah, ok. I always knew this family was a little weird.”

Cedar

“Hey, I think I’m gonna like this!”

Then, Cedar does something that bursts my heart with glee. She spins around and changes into her outfit with the animal hat.

Cedar

“I am starting to feel a bit like me. Inspired!”

Timothy cleans up the dirty dishes lying around.

Timothy

“Feels good to clean up the old place again. Looks like they’ve expanded the kitchen! I kinda like it. New sink, too.”

Cedar uses the microscope.

Cedar

“We didn’t have this when I was alive, did we?”

When Anya gets home, she notices a strange feeling in the house.

Anya

“I’m picking up strange vibrations.”

About this time, Timothy has fully processed what it means that Cedar is a ghost. It means she has died. I think that he wanted to come back and find that she was still alive. It’s heartbreaking to him to think that she, too, has died. How could she be mortal? She was like, everything, to him. And her life was life itself. And if she’s not alive, then how can there even be life?

Timothy

“Cedar. No. Not a grave. Never a grave. You were like a butterfly. Just wings on the air. Not a grave.”

It’s nearly morning, and the only empty bed is that of early-rising Manzanita. Timothy crawls into her bed and cries it out.

He feels a little better when he’s done.

Timothy

“Nope. No new messages.”

Timothy

“Say, are you the little girl who’s been crying over my grave?”

Manzy

“Ha, yeah! You’re my grandpa! I visit your grave every day! Me and my uncle’s crazy girlfriend Anya. We like it there.”

Manzanita is so happy to finally meet her grandpa, and she’s feeling even better because he’s sad and his misery just brings her joy. (Evil Sims. Argh.) But nonetheless, they have a great chat, and she tells him a few stories, and they become friends.

The sun rises, and all the blue slides into the shadows.

Cedar

“I love it. It’s not like death at all. It’s like a new way of looking at life.”

My happy Cedar, my outdoor-loving Sim, always looking for the beauty and the joy in everything.

And with a poof, her first night of unending exploration and discovery is over.

Morning

Some things, dear Timothy, last forever, and when you slide fully into this new existence, you will find that both you and she truly are free.

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