A/N: Yes, I know. A pathetic and depressing ending. I actually planned to add a few chapters in between this one and the last. But I just couldn't think of anything to write.

Hopefully this chapter accurately portrays childbirth and death via internal bleeding. Not that it's actually that graphic. Poor Janet 'Vice'...

Friday, August/?/1975

Dear diary,

Today Janet went into labor.

Well, actually, it began yesterday. Though the actually birth didn't really seem to start until this morning. Her water broke yesterday. And she was having contractions yesterday, I suppose…

Of course, we panicked. A robot and a 20-year-old who never even went to college- even helped by a folder of notes written by an actual Doctor- aren't really able to deliver the baby. I had to put Robby into temporary hibernation so that he wouldn't try to save her somehow. Those Three Laws he's forced to follow are a problem.

Once he was gone, of course, I could focus on trying to help her.

Also, he fact that we don't have any identification and that the baby is half-alien means we can't really go to a hospital. That makes things even worse.

And she's got a fever. I'm not sure if that's supposed to happen.

Probably not.

Fevers are almost never a good sign!

Anyway, I knew it would all take more than a day. My mom often said that having a baby takes days and it hurts a lot. Of course, she usually said that sort of thing when she was annoyed one of my sisters or me.

Though she's right about the pain, I think. Poor Janet is hysterical.

And bleeding badly.

It was horrible. All that blood... all over the second bedroom's bed! I later figured out (via reading lots of unpleasant books) that she'd been bleeding internally. I'm not sure if the loss of blood killed her or something else.

I'm an ex-groupie, not a doctor!

The way I could see the life literally draining out of her in those last few hours made me feel horrible. It's not like I actually killed her, of course. And she hardly had a chance in the first place.

At least the twins survived.

Yes, twins.

I've called them Sonny and Stella. Silly as it sounds, I named them just as the sun began to rise this morning. The stars could still be seen faintly glowing as the first rays of sunlight crept very the horizon.

What the notes said about me being able to nurse them is true. Unpleasant, but true.

As I write this, it's about three in the morning. I had Robby bury Janet in a grave near the edge of the property only moments ago (right when I re-activated him). Being a robot, he has a lot of strength. And I didn't have the stomach to look at the poor woman's corpse.

The twins are asleep in the crib we prepared. Robby says I should go to bed now, since I haven't slept since yesterday night. Maybe he's right.

You know what?

I feel like Horatio, from Hamlet. The only one to survive the whole adventure. Always there, standing there in the background. Yet who is Hamlet himself? I suppose Frank is like Claudius... no. There really aren't any other parallels.

Maybe I'll tell the story one day- just as Hamlet told Horatio to. Though it's never stated in the play itself.

But now I don't have much time to think about all that.

I'd better sleep. I haven't in days.

- Columbia

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