She never seemed to be able to find the right moment to break the news to Warren. They would sit down in the peace and quiet of her home, and the phones would ring. They would go out for a night on the town, and Warren would disappear into the crowds, always the not-so-former cutpurse.
"Hey, Theo," Catherine greeted one night about a week into Warren's visit. It was a rare night 'off' for her, and they'd gone up to the chalet gardens in nearby Windenburg to check out another pop up party: this one far more entertaining than that first one had been at Island Bluffs.
"Oh, hi, Catherine," her neighbour greeted in return with a slight smile. "Having a good time?"
Catherine nodded, hearing the reluctance in his voice. Understandable, she supposed. Nobody in Willow Creek seemed particularly eager to be her friend: the spike in crime seemed to have them all spooked, and the newcomers were paying the price. (Never mind that she really was the one responsible for the spike in crime... Really, though. The Willow Creek Police Force had to be kept busy with something, right?)
She stopped what she was doing when she heard Katrina's angry shout from across the yard. "What? What is it?"
"Your boyfriend is a jerk, that's what! Seriously, it's a good life here in Willow Creek until he shows up. Then all of a sudden, my wallet goes missing and I swear, he's grabbing my butt! Coincidence? I THINK NOT!"
Catherine and Warren just couldn't seem to stop laughing over that rant hours later. "I mean, who says that?" Warren gasped out, mockingly imitating Katrina's hand gestures. "Geez, it's like people around here have no fun! No wonder you don't seem to blend in around here - you go out and have a good time without talking about your stupid kids!"
Well, no time like the present.
"Well, about that..." Catherine said with a nervous smile. "That won't be for much longer."
"What?" Warren exclaimed. "Are you saying...?" When she nodded quickly, he laughed. "Oh, my God, Catherine, that's fantastic!"
"You really think so?" Catherine asked. "I know it's not ideal, what with the both of us working separate rings..." She stopped as Warren wrapped his arms around her.
"We'll make it work. I can send you money from Pleasantview - with that new promotion, I'll probably be swimming in it before long. And I'll make it a point to come down more often. We've been together for what seems like forever, Catherine. It'll all work out."
And then his cell rang.
"I gotta run," he sighed. "Things are all falling apart back home. The life of a minor crimelord, I tell ya."
Catherine frowned as she looked at her garage door mural. It was coming together really nicely, a perfect representation of the SimCity skyline that she'd seen every day growing up. Her life might not have been easy, or happy, but it had had its moments.
Even an evil felon running a start-up crime ring could want something better for her child, she mused. And the garage door would always remind them of where she'd come from.