It was morning and the sun had just risen up, sending rays of light through the window and creating a gentle glow around the two bodies on the bed. Mort and Lucy were still in the same position as they were just hours before, and Lucy was still half awake when she felt Mort start to move. She quickly became more alert, still very worried about his little outburst.

Mort looked up to see Lucy staring at him with concern evident in her eyes. He shifted his gaze, not exactly ready to answer the questions he was sure she had, and slowly sat up. He rubbed his eyes a little and then got off the bed completely, making his way to the bathroom. Lucy let him do what he wanted, knowing better than to start interrogating him. She waited patiently on the bed for his return, all the while listening to the silence of the room.

After what seemed an eternity, Mort finally emerged from the bathroom and came over and sat by her again. They were both staring off into nothingness, very vacant looks on both their faces. Without even exchanging words, they both came to an agreement. There would be no talking, not now anyways.

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A little while later and they were once again back on the road. They were now only about three hours from place that held Mort's daughter. But despite that happy bit of news, there was a very sulky kind of atmosphere in the car at the moment. Mort and Lucy hadn't really talked since they woke up this morning, except maybe a word or two here and there. And quite frankly it was starting to get on Lucy's nerves. They were both mature adults, weren't they? So why couldn't they just act like it. One of the many unanswered mysteries of life she decided on.

"We should be there soon." Lucy mentioned, trying to get something out of him.

"Mmmhmmm."

"That's it!" and with that Lucy let out a very aggravated sigh and swerved off the side of the road, much like she did their first day together.

Before Mort had time to think of what she could possibly be doing, she took the keys out of the ignition, threw them on the dashboard, and got out of the car. She started pacing back and forth and appeared to be mumbling something to herself. Then she walked ahead of the car about ten feet, let out a bit of a yell, came back, kicked the front tire, and finally ended the whole thing by leaning against the front of the car. In short, she looked like a mad woman.

After a few moments, Mort finally got out of the car and went over to stand by Lucy.

"Feel better?" he tried to make light of the situation, but failed miserably.

"What happened back there?" Lucy asked immediately.

Mort hesitated for a second, then answered. "Nothing, it was just a bad dream."

"Bullshit. I've had my fair shares of bad dreams and that was beyond a bad dream." at this she turned and looked him in the eyes. "What happened?"

Mort sighed. He had to tell her. "You know when I told you my ex wife went missing?" Lucy nodded. "Well that was a lie, she never went missing. She was murdered, her and her lover."

"Murdered?" Lucy asked, stunned.

"Yeah."

"Di....did they ever find the killer?"

"Yeah. A guy named John Shooter from Mississippi. He accused me of plagiarism and when I wouldn't do what he wanted, he took everything that meant anything to me."

Forgetting a little something again are we?

Back off.

"God." Lucy breathed. "I sure know how to ruin a day."

"No, it's okay."

"So......that's what the dream was about then, this Shooter guy?"

"Yeah, I dreamt he was killing my daughter."

Lucy, desperately wanting to get away from the glooming mood she had created, decided to put on a happy face. "Well, we're almost there, can't stop now. So, ready to get going?"

Mort gave a little smile at the thought of finally meeting his girl. "You bet."

A/N: Short, I know. But I didn't think it would fit if I added anymore.