Stupid weather, smashed windows
A/N: Okay, for those who are reading my other Secret Window fic, the update is coming soon! You'll have to use your imagination in this fic to picture what is happening and if you don't understand something just put it in your review (here's hoping you guys review) or send me an email and I'll try and explain it for you. I'm not sure if there are any hills or steep slopes whatsoever near mort's cabin but this is a fanfic and magical things can happen. I'm trying hard not to make this a Mary sue. If I ramble on about my character I'm sorry it tends to happen sometimes…. Also to nag or nagging someone means to constantly annoy them about something. Ok? You all clear? Good on with the fic!
"Dammit I'm out of food" Mort walked over to the fridge "and Mountain Dew." He paced around the kitchen until finally he grabbed his keys, shrugged his jacket on and headed out of the door.
Lydia again wondered to herself how on earth her mother had managed to convince her to take a holiday from her work to stay at a house that she hadn't been to since she was a child.
Her mother had started to nag about her taking a break just before Lydia's husband went on a business trip, so she could get him to help her on her mission.
Their nagging combined made her go crazy. The moment she caved in, her mum was all smiles, triumphant that she had actually persuaded her daughter out to a remote location where barely anything remotely resembled a contract or any type of paperwork. Persuaded my ass, more like I was politely forced into going. She thought. What she didn't tell her mum was that she had brought her cellphone and laptop along with her. Lydia sighed passing through Tashmore Lake and turning down onto a highway bordered with pine forests. Suddenly her phone went off "oh, hello Mark… hey! Just because I'm not at the office doesn't mean I can't do work… yes I know I'm supposed to be on holidays but I want to finish those reports…" (Just to save you from made-up business jargon this conversation went on for about 10 minutes and while her conversation was going well, Lydia's attention drifted off of more important things like which side of the road she was on. Lydia was turning a corner when she ended the conversation, she looked up from putting her cellphone back in her bag to find that she was on the wrong side of the road and there was a car heading straight towards her.
A/N: Oh no poor Lydia! Can you guess whose car coughjeepcough is heading towards her? Don't worry there will be lots of Mort in the next chapter, but I'll only post it if I get reviews so… review now and more Mort later! Please no flamers I am already too fragile at the moment without flamers. REVIEW!