Forgotten Hollow, 2047 "I don't know what I'm going to do if I can't marry you," said Nadya. "We have eternity," Jareth replied. "Time is on our side and time is all it takes. As long as you believe, I do think we shall be married someday." "I do," said Nadya. "I just wanted to marry you now." Jareth kissed her. "I guess we should start looking for a time-machine." "Haha." Cemetery, Oasis Springs. 2047 "I love you," whispered Alex, blinking away his tears. "My cousin, my friend, my Adrian." He checked the time and rubbed his forehead. It was time to return home to his royal duties. Azalea Lake House, Brindleton Bay, 2047 Back at the estate, Henry gripped the toilet seat, his head was pounding and his body wouldn't stop shaking. The last time he felt this awful was ten years ago when he went to bed with a nasty fever. Maybe it's come back again, he thought. He decided to go back to bed and sleep it off like he did the last time. Oracle High School, 2047 "Hi class," said the Maths teacher, Miss Rodgers. "Can we please welcome our newest student, Miguel Suárez. He's just joined today." The class murmured something of a 'hello,' or rather a 'sul sul' because this was Simsland. "Miguel you may take a seat next to Aldo," said Miss Rodgers, gesturing to the seat behind Gema. "Urgh, does he have to be in my classes too?" Gema muttered, just loud enough for her best friend, Olivia, to hear. "Could be worse, he's cute," said Olivia. "That would be a plus if I wasn't gay," said Gema. "At least he doesn't talk much. Believe me, you don't want him talking. Haven't heard him speak in Simlish but ¡el Dios! In Spanish? Wish there weren't so many 'p' words. '¡P-p-por favor!' '¡p-p-perdón!' How many sorries does one have to say? Odio esta. Look, papa wants me to keep him company this year, while he settles in." "That'd be nice." "Urgh, did you listen to a thing I said?" "Look, I'm sure he's more interesting than maths," said Olivia. At lunch break, Miguel lumbered his way over to Gema and Olivia's table. "Hi, uhm... c-can I..." he paused, and gestured to a spot beside Gema. "Uh..." This was weird. Gema considered coming up with an excuse, but she had promised - or, more accurately, been cornered into agreeing - to make Miguel feel welcome. "Of course you can," said Olivia. "Come, sit beside me." "Yeah, sure." Gema felt a tad guilty. She was also afraid. Afraid that Olivia would prefer him over her. The Afterlife "This is outrageous!" roared Grim. "I can't cause mayhem in Simsland if that philanthropic 'I want Grim put out of business' Diego's living in Simsland." "Oh?" queried the woman in white. "And why's that? He's just one person." Grim made a rather alarming hiccup. He hadn't realised he had been sharing the room with someone else. "Oh, Chloe. You startled me." "Miss Just," the woman corrected. "Yes, well," Grim searched his memory, trying to recall who this woman was. "I'm the former leader of the Goodie-Two-Shoes. You had locked me in the Red Room with the late His Majesty the King." "Oh, yes, I remember now." Grim frowned. Why was she here? "That mermaid chief won't allow me to hurt Diego, which messes up my plans to decimate Simsland because he might get killed. Furthermore, if there is mayhem, Diego is the first to come to the rescue. He is so, so, so, so, so, so, annoying." "He's perfect." "What?" "He's a perfect candidate for the Goodie-Two-Shoes." "What?" Miss Just stood up and faced Grim. "I told Iosefina to make a deal with you about Diego's safety. I insisted whatever happens, he must survive." "Oh?" Grim stared at her, startled. "Why did you let him move to Simsland then?" "Oh that?" Miss Just looked straight at him. "So he could spoil your plans." |