The Court has reviewed this timeline with the same intensity Reginald once applied to disputing a parking ticket for FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES, and what emerges is a tragedy of modern real estate: the Phantom Basement Mother. This woman — who by your own admission NEVER ENTERED THE STRUCTURE — somehow convinced her adult child that moisture was present through what can only be described as long-distance humidity telepathy. The Court finds this eerily similar to my own situation with my mother, who once called me during a showing to inform me that the house I was in had bad energy, and when I asked how she knew, she said she could HEAR IT IN MY VOICE. You kept that twelve thousand dollars and you were RIGHT to keep it, because that deposit exists precisely for situations where someone's relative develops sudden-onset WebMD mold syndrome from their living room sixty miles away. The buyer's mother committed what this Court recognizes as Zillow Witchcraft in the case of In re: That One Open House Where Someone's Aunt Claimed to Smell Asbestos, 2023. However, YOU are not without fault — a seasoned agent would have recognized the mother's initial call as the opening salvo of psychological warfare and immediately suggested the buyers purchase a home in a different state, preferably one where the mother cannot drive. The Court hereby sentences the mother to be haunted by the ghost of every bone-dry basement she has ever slandered, and orders you to answer no calls from area codes you do not recognize. Reginald must now go lie down.