When Mort went home that night, he was angry – the trouble was, he didn't know with who.  I like her…the last thing I want is to hurt her.  What reason does he have to want to hurt her?

At least he didn't want to kill her.

"Yeah, there's a bright side," Mort said, sounding disgusted.  "He only wanted me to throw her onto the bathroom floor and…"  Mort got up from his bed and walked to the bathroom.  He looked in the mirror and screamed at his reflection.  "You said you'd make him stay away!  You're getting weak again!"  He began to sob.  "If you get weak…"  His voice softened.  "If I get weak…I'll start forgetting things again.  I'll start losing time again…I can't live like that."

He's getting stronger.

"Why?"

I don't know.  When he came around before, you were upset.  Amy, Ted…

"I gave them what they wanted.  I signed the papers and haven't heard from either of them since.  It's over, I'm not angry anymore.  In fact, I'm finally on my way to happy."

Don't let him in.

"I can't keep him out – you're supposed to."

Try.

"How?"

I don't have all the answers, you know.  I'm just part of you.  The rational part, not the all knowing part.

"I'm not unhappy," Mort said, scratching his head.  "I'm not stressed about a book."

And why's that?

"I'm not writing a book."

Why?

"I'm not feeling incredibly inspired."

Anything familiar about that?

"What?"

The last time he came, you couldn't write.  You can at least remember that much, can't you?

Mort looked away from his reflection.  "Yeah."

Can't keep things bottled up in here – they start to manifest.

"I don't even want to write.  I want…"

Yeah?

"Alex."