Scary Godmother watched as it started raining outside, she heard a few thumps from the upstairs room and her eyebrow rose, “What could Sim be doing up there…?” she wondered to herself. Holding a cup of hot tea in one hand, she used the other to pull the turtleneck she was wearing up more. It was late November, and snow was obviously around the corner. “I have GOT to get the heater fixed…”

Meanwhile, upstairs the new guest was having some problems of her own.

“Here…and there…Come on already!” Sim mumbled in frustration, it had been a week since she came out from the hospital; Scary godmother had been nice enough to let her stay in the guest room.

Her ears slightly twitched as the sound of the rain beating against the window rang in them. “Rain…I hate rain…” she cursed under her breath.  In her hands, she held an odd looking tool and in the other what appeared to be a wrist watch.

“Come on, work you little…!” she yelled at the watch, shaking it and hitting it.

“Sim, is everything okay up there?” called a slightly concerned Scary Godmother from downstairs.

Sim blinked and turned to the door. “Yes! Everything is alright!” she said with a nervous laugh. She quickly hid the watch under her pillow as she heard Scary Godmother fly up the stairs and poke her head through the opened door and into the room.

“Are you sure?” She asked, glancing around. Trying to figure out what Sim was trying to fix. “If you need help I can see what I can do.”

“No, no that’s alright.” Sim said again, sounding a little nervous, and to be frank; ticked off. Scary Godmother looked at Sim who just smiled. “Well, alright. I made some cookies, would you like a few?”

Sim smiled. “That’d be great. I’ll be down in a bit.” Scary smiled and headed back downstairs.

After a few more thumps and frustrated growls Scary spotted Sim walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, she took a bat-shaped cookie and was about to bite but she just stared at it, a slight sigh escaping her lips.

“Something wrong?”

“Hmmm? Oh, nothing. It’s just…”

“Just…?” Scary asked, letting the question linger as she pulled a chair and sat across from Sim. Sim put the cookie down. “…Just missing my…um, spouse.”

“Oh! You’re married?” Scary asked, quite surprised. “You seem a little young for that.”

This was true; Sim only seemed around 19-20.

Sim smiled “Well, we grew up together, and we always liked each other so I guess…it was just natural.”

Scary Godmother smiled, resting her chin in her palm. “Aww, how sweet. How long have you two been married?”

“Oh, about a year.” Sim said with a small blush on her face. “In fact, our anniversary is coming up…but, as you can tell we won’t be able to see each other for it.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Scary Godmother said with a slight frown. “It must be hard on both of you.”  Sim smiled a little. “There is always next year, right?” she said with a slight wave of her hand. Scary Godmother smiled, “that’s a good way to look at it.”

Scary Godmother and Sim both turned and looked as they saw the closet door opened as Hannah stepped through, her key in her hand. “Hi everyone!” she said cheerfully.

“Hello Hannah,” Scary and Sim said in unison, a smile on their face. Hannah walked over to them, and looked at the cookies. “Oh, Cookies! Scary Godmother, may I have one?”

Scary smiled. “Of course!” Hannah smiled as she took a cookie and took a big bite. As she chewed the cookie she noticed something about Sim’s black hair, a week ago it was all black but now the roots had turned an orangey color.

“Sim, I didn’t know you dyed your hair.” Hannah said after she had swallowed. Sim looked at Hannah with an odd expression, “I don’t dye my hair.” Hannah returned the expression with her own puzzled one, and pulled out a mirror for Sim to see for herself.

Sim gasped, she then stood up, excused herself and zoomed off to the bathroom upstairs, looking in the mirror. “Crap! The hair program is wearing off!” she hissed. She looked down to the “watch” that she had in her hand as “LOW POWER” flashed on it.

“Oh great, you wont work to get me more supplies but you’ll work to tell me THAT!” She hissed again and sat on the bathroom floor, resting against the wall.

“I need to get this stupid watch working…and quick! Until I do, I guess I’ll have to use what little resources I have in this time period…Lilly, why couldn’t you have made this thing more durable?!”