Introducing: the burglar. Orlando something-or-other. As the residents of Celestina's home were too busy running in full panic away from his super-scary unarmed self, no one bothered to catch his full name. As the burglar failed to case the joint, he failed to notice that there was a burglar alarm and therefore failed to make off with any goods. Instead, he got a free ride and a nice cool cot for the night with a well-used metal toilet for a pillow.
Dylan decided that all he wanted for his teen birthday was to have his gramma move in with them Brionna agreed wholeheartedly. She was getting mightily sick of having her meals include prostelizing on the proper worship of Jumbuktu, and how she and Bastion had only failed themselves by failing to convert. Dylan grew up well (real shocker there) and started trying to chat up the local teens. A Fortune sim, he knew that having a good relationship with the locals would make them more susceptible to his sales pitches when he finally was able to own his own business.
Brionna was acting very, very strangely. Immediately after moving in with Celestina and Lucas, she started to wander off occasionally. Someone always caught her before she left the lot, but her forgetful ways were beginning to worry the family. One day, while the adults were off at work and the kids off at school, Brionna just dropped everything and walked out of the kitchen...out the front door...past the pool...and off the property.
Celestina came home shortly thereafter to find that without the safety sprinklers in the kitchen, the tv dinner Brionna had set in the stove would have burnt down the house. Daphne was bawling in her crib, nearly beside herself that no one had come to get her when she had woken up. Just a few more moments, and the social worker might have come to sever Daphne irrevocably from her family due to perceived neglect.
When Brionna was finally found wandering around Always in Season up on the lowest plateau, asking if anyone knew where she had left her frozen peas, Celestina contacted the management of Prospect Palace. Only a living facility with constant supervision would do for her mother. Perhaps she could also find a little love in her golden years. Goodness knows, those elders at Prospect Palace were at it like bunnies.
The retirement home agreed with Brionna, who seemed to attend better without the occasional interruption of a screaming toddler or a stream of townie visitors. She began to make friends with the other residents. This was, unfortunately, shortlived. Brionna was headed to an early bedtime her second day at the home when Death came a-knocking.