It had been 3 months since the fire that took Jessica's eyesight, and things seemed to be going well. She was off the oxygen tank, she was getting used to moving around without being able to see, a special tutor was teaching her braille, and Beth was even talking about getting her a seeing eye dog. She could now tell different people's footsteps apart (Jerry's were slower and a little timid, Summer's soft and often accompanied by typing on her phone, and Beth's quick and purposeful.), and she rarely needed help anymore. The only problem: Rick.

Rick was rarely home now, and when he was, he never talked to Jessica. The only reason she even knew he was there was his footsteps, either quick and rushed, or slow and stumbling, if he'd been drinking more than usual. She had no idea why he was avoiding her, but she was determined to find out.

Even though it was past midnight, Jessica forced herself to stay awake. Rick came home every night, she heard him running out when she woke up in the mornings. So this time, she was going to wait for him. She sat on the edge of the bed, cane in her hand, until she heard his footsteps. Slower than usual, dragging a little, but he wasn't stumbling too much. So he wasn't drunk off his ass, just tired. Good, she wouldn't get anywhere if he was too drunk. She heard his bedroom door close, and got to her feet. She was careful to be very quiet as she left her room and walked to his door. She debated knocking, but she didn't want to warn him and risk him using his portal gun to leave, and she couldn't see anything anyway, so she simply opened the door.

"JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Well, she certainly surprised him. Even without seeing him, she knew his eyes (the same chocolate brown shade her own had been) were nearly popping out of his head. "Jessica?! H-ha-haven't you ever heard of-of knocking?!"

"You've been avoiding me, a-and I didn't want to give you a chance to p-portal out of here. Speaking of which, wh-why are you avoiding me?"

"I-I-I don't know wh-what you're going on- wh-what you're t-talking about."

She could hear the lie. Even before the fire she'd been fairly good at telling when he was lying, they were together too often for her not to notice that his stuttering got worse when he lied, and now that her hearing was so much better, she could hear a slight change in his voice too. "Rick, I-I know you're lying. Please just-just tell me... You haven't said more than t-two words to me since-"

Suddenly, it his her. How could she have been so stupid? "It's because I'm blind, isn't it?! Now that I can't see, you think I'm useless, and you want nothing to do with me!"

"No, that's not it!"

"Then what is it?!"

"I don't want to have to bury you, alright?! I-I-I don't want you to die because you can't see a threat and I can't get to you in time!"

Jessica went quiet a moment. "Rick... Being blind d-doesn't make me helpless... I-I can still help you, we can still go on adventures!"

"No. I-I-I'm not taking that risk. If you want to help in the garage, fine, but no more adventures. Ever."

Jessica felt angry and hurt. She'd managed not to let losing her eyesight make her too upset, but this was too much. It was bad enough she could never look at a cute boy again. It was hard that she'd never be able to see the stars or some amazing new planet. But to lose her adventures with her grandpa... "If you think I'm so useless, then maybe you should get a new Morty! Maybe you'll get one that's the grandson you always wanted, and isn't freaking defective!" She rushed out before he could say anything. She always knew he thought a boy would be better, a few times when he was pissed off he'd say that a normal Morty wouldn't have made whatever mistake she'd made and complain that he got stuck with one of the few female Morties in the multiverse. Now that she was blind, he had no reason not to go get a replacement Morty. He didn't need her.