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[Let's play 'catch the "The Wizard of Oz" reference.' It's somewhere in this chapter - if you can find it, you get a free trip in my SimBot's time machine! :D ]

Chapter Nine: Babies, Headaches, & Phones

Bailey was dead.

And there was only one thing I could do about it.

If I got myself out of the game before it was saved, then I could bring her back to life by the magic of quitting without saving. Even if it was saved once, I might be able to restore from backup.

Now I just had one problem: How to get out.

I looked up, seeing Alexander standing next to me. "She was an amazing person," he whispered. "I wish you could've known her better - she truly was a beautiful girl with amazing traits."

Trust me, Alex, I thought, I know her better than you'd think.

As the family mourned Bailey's death, I walked over into Kristin's room. She was wrapped in a little pink blanket, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Unable to think of anything except how much she looked like Bailey, even at her age, I looked down at the floor. I bit my lip, silently cursing whichever friend was controlling the mouse right now. I was so going to kill whoever it was.

"Your mother was a really nice Sim," I told Kristin, still keeping my eyes away from her. "She was a Natural Cook, and her eyes were the prettiest shade of green. She always did prefer being alone, but I'm sure she'd like spending time with you. You're not much of a talker, are you? Well," I smiled, "not yet of course, but you won't ever be, will you? A Loner, like your mom." I sighed. "You'll meet her, Kristin. I promise."

Oh joy. The phone was ringing. I sighed, the ringing sound making my headache, caused by the earlier events which I shouldn't have to mention, even worse. The nearest phone was in Brandon's room, and I figured he wouldn't care. I slid through his door, only to see him relaxing on his bed with a book, inches away from the phone. Lazy, I thought.

"Get out of my room," he mumbled, never looking up from his book.

"What is your problem, Brandon?" I asked, stopping in my tracks. Someone in the house had just died - didn't Sims feel anything besides a negative moodlet? Sadness? Anything? How could he be so irritable and reading?

"First you take my car. I love that thing. Now you're invading my room! Do you ever-"

"Well, I'm sorry, Brandon! The phone is ringing, in case you didn't notice, and yours was the nearest!" I sighed, as the ringing finally stopped. Someone else had probably gotten it. "Why are you being so rude to me?" I asked him, exasperated. "I didn't know you loved that crappy car so much! Why are you acting like Bailey didn't even die? You're so annoying and irritable and hot-headed!"

"I do care that Bailey died," Brandon said, finally putting the stupid book away. He stood up and walked over to me, frowning. "She was my aunt, and she just had a baby. How can you say I don't care? You don't even know me!"

"Then why aren't you really, really sad? You don't seem like you care."

Brandon sighed, plopping down in a chair. His black shaggy hair hung in his eyes as he explained to me like I was an incompetent fool, "For about one day and twenty-three more hours, her memory will live on in my mind and I'll be sad. After that, maybe if I see her ghost, I'll think about her. But then she'll be a ghost, so it's not the same."

"How is it not the same?"

"She's a ghost." Brandon rolled his eyes. "Gosh. Don't you know anything?"

"You're an idiot."

"So are you."

"Whatever you say."

"Now be gone, before someone drops a house on you," Brandon grumbled.

"That doesn't even make sense in this context," I muttered as I left the room. I stepped back out into the hallway, trying to think clearly after such an encounter. Maybe I would lock him in his beloved room for a day or two once I got out.

If I got out.

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Not my favorite chapter ever, and it's really filler-ish. I actually don't like it at all. Hm. Well, I hope you did.

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