Anya has taken to combining her two favorite pastimes–drinking and mourning for Timothy. Now that’s multitasking.
As soon as she comes home from school, Manzanita runs over to mourn Timothy, too.
The new bench near the graveyard is a great place to do homework.
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.
It’s Cedar! I’ve missed you, Cedar!
Cedar’s blue. She looks sad.
But look! There’s Timothy, and now she’s happy-green!
“I’ve missed you, babe! It’s so cool you’re here!”
“Cedar. I can see through you.” And at that moment, Timothy realizes that Cedar had died.
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.
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 has so much to explore with this new non-corporal existence.
Emory, still in her costume from the party the night before, decides it’s about time to leave. She never knew Cedar, after all.
Then, Cedar does something that bursts my heart with glee. She spins around and changes into her outfit with the animal hat.
Timothy cleans up the dirty dishes lying around.
Cedar uses the microscope.
When Anya gets home, she notices a strange feeling in the house.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.