Yugi and Darla Ounki gained a roof over their heads thanks to the spirit of comradery that apparently had not completely vanished amongst the Sims in the transition from the egalitarian Neanderthal Age to the hierarchical Roman Era.
Yugi and his oldest two sons sickened with the flu right before the volcano erupted, and they barely managed to run to safety. Darla caught the flu soon after they arrived in their new homeland. The baby twins, fortunately, did not get sick.
Then Darla had another baby and instantly got pregnant again, not helping her health. Yugi and his two older boys tried to get some crops growing so that if they ever recovered from the flu, they wouldn’t die from starvation.
Eventually, the family did tackle the flu. And then they looked around well enough to realize what their lot had become.
“We’re Slaves, apparently, Darla,” Yugi said, partly wondering if he just had yet to wake from a bad dream.
“I don’t mind, as long as I’m with you,” Darla said, taking her husband’s hand. Somehow, despite the hardships, she was deliriously happy. Her mood never dropped anymore; she always had a smile on her face.
Her husband had forgiven her for her mistake, and she would never, ever leave him again.
Yugi intertwined their fingers and smiled sadly. “I hope we’ll have an entire lifetime together, sweetheart.”
“I love you, Yugi.”
“I love you, too, Darla.”