Hey ya mates! I know its been almost 2 months since a wrote but I was finishing school but now that its out for summer I can write more often. I promise! I will probley write once or twice a week. Love ya all mates!

Mort ran up to Amy. He was only a few yards away from her but every time he tried to get closer to her she seemed to drift away further. After what seemed like hours of trying he finally reached her. He picked her up. He saw blood dripping down from her neck were Shooter had put a shovel through her neck. She wasn't breathing and even though that was exactly what Mort had expected tear still formed in his eyes. He cried and cried than as though his tears had healed her, Amy turned he head slowly. She looked at Mort and Mort looked at him. Mort stopped crying but Amy started to look confused. "Why?" She asked. Mort didn't know what she meant. "Why what luv?" "Why do you cry over me when you know that you are the one that killed me? That killed my happiness? Killed the baby?" "I dint kill you. It was Shooter. And what in hells name do you mean the baby?"

Disclaimer: Still HATE that word! Oh well! I still don't own Secret Window but I will own it on DVD in 165 hours and 25 seconds. Don't own Mort or Amy but I do own this dream. R&R. PS this is from Morts POV.