The Second ComingRhaven set to work on her athletic skill. She had to stay in good shape if she was to run with the criminal crowd, after all. Fortunately, her favorite grandmother was always there to help motivate her.
Gwenyth: "Move it, move it, move it!"
Apparently Pat found this all quite inspirational, and he decided to give it a try too. After all, that fluffy stuffing didn't make for the most trim of figures.
Gwenyth: "I can't see you; are you still moving?"
He even managed to make himself known to Rhaven, and the attraction system went off, little hearts all aflutter. Really, is it any surprise the daughter of Nora and Weston would be of interest to Pat?
Maybe she wanted to keep Pat away from her daughter or maybe it was just her time.
Either way, Nora didn't linger very long. She left at the early age of 92.
She was buried with the rest of the family, and Pat was placed by her grave to keep her company.
A few nights later, Rhaven's ghostly boyfriend decided to make an appearance.
Unfortunately, three attempts at trying for baby all failed to produce chimes.
He vanished come morning after a long night of fun, but fruitless, love making.
And Pat took the opportunity to remind Rhaven he was always there for her if she needed it.
Pat: "Imaginary friend is an acceptable life state, too, you know."
Rhaven: "Who is--wait, Pat? How are you even calling me? And no, I will not go out with you!"
A week went by. Then another. Rhaven was fast approaching adulthood when our ghost finally decided to make another appearance.
This time, they were successful. The final generation was on its way.
Weston: "I hope the baby looks just like you . . . and your mother," Weston added softly.
Rhaven: "I hope it looks like its daddy!"
When the labor pangs hit, she was alone in the bathroom.
But by the time the baby arrived Gwenyth had joined her.
Rhaven looked down at her daughter, then at Gwenyth. "I think it's time to end this," she began nervously, "right where it began."
Gwenyth nodded in approval.
Rhaven: "With Samura."