I didn't know what to buy. I Started at the furniture store and now I have a truck filled with things coming later. I laughed at my stupid shopping ways. I decided to go with groceries now. I was going to start fresh with canned food and junk. I also bought some plates and silverware.

While down the spices isle, I bumped into Mort again.

"Oh, so how did you 'sneaking' go?" I laughed through a whisper.

"Perfectly, not a soul has noticed me." he really was serious I guess, I was just so curious to know why he even needs to sneak.

"Do you got everything you need?" He rose up a bottle of Epsin salt.

"Almost. I need butter and napkins." I looked in my bag and pulled out one of my extra butter cubes and handed it to him. He smiled then went to look for the napkins. I walked off to the counter. I put my basket down and the cashier 'Bleeped' all of my items. She handed me a bag and I walked off saying, "Thank you." I walked out the door and passed a police officer.

I didn't care too much until I heard him say, "Mr. Rainey?" I turned around half way out the door to see what was going on. Mort hesitated before he turned around.

"Oh, hello." He said head facing the floor.

"Mr. Rainey?" It sounded like the police man was reminding him of something. Everyone in the store turned to look at Mort as if he was a super famous celebrity only they had fear in their eyes. I didn't really know what to think, I thought he was a nice guy.

"I know." Mort said.

"Now, I suggest you just put the items back and leave." Put back the items? Why not just buy them and leave? I walked over to the two, nobody noticing me. I took the items and he let me. I was anxious just to get him out of there so I could find out what was really going on. I took the items and bought them. The cashier never took her eyes off of Mort as she gave me everything.

The cop, now, was looking at me suspiciously. "Are you new here?" he asked.

"Kinda. I just moved in." I said nervously. He nodded his head like he got it.

"Oh well," He came closer to me and whispered "This Mort guy is kinda crazy, I think you ought to stay away from him." I felt a sudden anger inside me. Why did I care though? A crazy guy I should stay away from and not even need to know why...why did I care so much? I decided on sides quickly and turned to Mort.

"Mort, I'm ready to go home." I said. Everyone's attention shifted to me. Now I was the crazy one. Mort with his head still down came to my side and I walked off with him. I could feel each person's eyes follow me out the door.

"People are going to think your crazy!" Mort whispered.

"But they know you are." I replied.

"Believe me, this is not a good idea. You should meet other people and fit in with them."

"But then who are you with? That Shooter guy!?" I hissed.

"Wait! How do you know about Shooter?" Mort now had the anxious look.

"I met him...you were there...up the trail..." I said sounding pretty questioning.

"What did he look like!?"

"Tall, Country-folkish, Black coat over blue shirt, and a Black Hat." I turned around to see if the cop was there, he was. We then started to walk.

"That's not possible. Shooter..." He sighed, "Is the reason everyone is scared of me."

"Why you not him?"
"I'm the only one who can see Shooter. I am Shooter." I gave him a crazy look. As we walked we saw the police, who was now getting on my nerves, following us. I rolled my eyes. "Your new, Your lucky. Get to know more people before you choose sides...you really don't know what I'm like."

"What are you like?" I asked plead fully. He sighed.

"Crazy." I held in a giggle. I couldn't hold it, it came out in a chipmunk-girly way.

"You think that's funny, huh?" He had seriousness in his voice but a smile on his face.

"Come on, Crazy." I was now grabbing his arm and pulling him along. The whole time I was glaring at the follower. I think I was pretty sure about what side I chose. I felt Mort's torture..in a weird sense

it was like I knew everything about him.