**Previously on the Pleasantview Diaries**  
  
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sims2/comments/1nxxl1x/the_pleasantview_diaries_11_cassandra_goth/)

**Entry --/--/--**



It has been a while since my last entry in this journal. Too many difficult memories to revisit, ever since she went away. My love, my only love. But after these past few weeks, it has become necessary to reread it, revisit it, to find out where everything went wrong. Is this real life, or am I dreaming?



It was the day when Cassandra was left at the altar where everything started falling into place. A rat had dug his way into my home and into my daughter's heart, right under my nose. He broke her heart, and in doing so he further broke me. And I thought there was nothing else to break. Clearly I was wrong. Where is the man who once thrived with life? Who burned with fire? Who defied his parents to marry the greatest Miss Sim City there ever was?



A few days later, I went to talk to my darling girl, see how she was doing, and to my surprise she was gone. She was now a woman, so alike her mother. So unlike any other Sim. Her mother's fire, with her own personality. The epitome of a Goth, with the charm of a Bachelor. She tore me apart, to pieces really. She gave me a talking down like she were my own mother, who had caught a young Mortimer violating curfew to see his best friend in the local graveyard. I myself never did have to use that tone on her, she was always wise beyond her years, smart and creative. She did it for good reason too, I had failed her, and now I am failing young Alexander, poor wretch without a mother's warmth and without a father's gaze. And here, my young Cassandra becoming mother, father, as well as sister. It is not fair. I lost a wife, but they had lost so much more. It is time to wake up.



**Entry --/--/--**



I cannot believe what I am writing. Has it finally happened? Did I truly go insane? Or do I see ghosts not buried in my yard?



It was just as Cassandra was at work, and Alexander was in private school. I was at home doing my best to catch up on all the growing up that I had missed, preparing for Alexander's birthday party, when a familiar figure appeared at the door. Naturally Larry, the butler went up to it and led her into the foyer, darkest brown hair and a twinge of red under a large overcoat. For a moment I imagined that I had heard her voice.



I walked down the stairs, not sure if I was walking into a dream, or the afterlife. Each step down sent a shiver up my spine, as time slowed down to a halt. And there she was, and I recognized her as soon as the light of my eyes reflected the hazel light of hers. It was my long-lost wife. Finally at home.



I asked Larry to pour some tea, as we walked the grounds of Goth Manor, my hand over her shoulder, her own hands crossed over her belly, uneasy. We talked a great deal, as she told me what life was like since her disappearance. Her head still hurts, the memories are still foggy. There are blank spots in her memories, she doesn't quite remember a lot from our life before the great fire that burned our old house in Old Town. Only the birth of Cassandra and her love for her daughter, teaching Alexander how to talk, and singing him lullabies. After that, "they" came. And she is not exactly sure who "they" are. After that, it was some time wandering through the desert, negotiating treatment from some scientists, reconnecting with some powerful people who owed us favors. Doing her own investigation on Alexander through the Crumplebottom estate. What a marvelous woman. How much she suffered while I was under a stupor. Weirdly whatever "they" did to her had an impact. She looks younger than the day she left, the peak athletic form of a  minigolf champion.



We climbed up to the upper floors of the house, as she examined our children's bedrooms, looking to jog her memory as best we could. When we finally arrived at our own bedroom, she kissed me. Though neither of our minds are as sharp as they used to be, our bodies remembered everything and acted of their own accord. For the first time in months, I felt truly alive. As she climbed from the shower and put on a new set of her old clothes, the school bus came, and I remembered the party.



No gift could be more perfect for my son on his birthday. Nor he deserves any less. We are together again. We are strong again. We are a family. We are the Goths.



**Entry --/--/--**



I regret to state that with all the commotion, I had completely forgot about Dina's existence. Larry came by to my atelier to tell me she was on the phone. I told her to move on from me, to find someone her own age, who could love her like I could never. It seems she will not give up so easily. 



It was so. She came by the door and the butler announced her arrival. Bella was not surprised, nor was she moved in the slightest. I know she had done research on Alexander before her return, no doubt she was aware of Dina. I had to be more emphatic with the dame. She did not take it well. As a gentleman, I would never make a snide comment, but it was Larry who had the final word. "Oh sir, it seems it is time to take out the trash".

  
(Gameplay reasoning:)

 I was very surprised when Bella appeared in the Andy Masters welcome wagon. It is my first time playing a "clean" neighborhood and I had no idea Bella was a real sim in this version of the game. Also Bella is the reason Andy got promoted through the networking mechanic. Additionally she was just a random passerby in THE VERY DAY ALEXANDER WAS GONNA AGE UP. So it all went on from there. 

The Pleasantview Diaries 2.1 - Mortimer Goth