A/N: We're back to where everything in bold is Mort's inner voice and everything in italics are Mort's thoughts.

Mort was speechless, utterly speechless. He just couldn't believe his ears. Why on earth was Lucy trying to tell him he didn't have a daughter? Of course he had a daughter, he saw her himself. Touched her when he hugged her, he was just talking to her for christ sake!

Are you sure about that?

Yes!

Mmmmhmmmm............. just like you were sure Shooter was real?

What are you talking about?

Think about it! You're up in that cabin of yours, all alone, no friends, no family, no loved ones, the whole town is against you, and you just can't take it anymore. You start thinking about how screwed up your life has gotten, and about the way things were, and the way things could have been. That's when you remember Amy's miscarriage. Oh, you were so excited about having that baby weren't you? Thrilled beyond belief. But it never happened, and the thought of never having a darling little boy or girl that you could raise and that would love you and look up to you, and stand by your side no matter what was too much to bare, so you made it happened. Just like the thought of Amy with another man was too much to bare, so you made their 'disappearance' happen.

No.............no, Maggie is real! I know she is!

I'm Afraid not buddy.

Suddenly Mort was hit with a whirlpool of flashbacks of him writing out a letter from Maggie, making a fake birth certificate, mailing everything to himself, and everything in between. It all hit him like a ton of bricks, and he felt his knees buckle from under him, sending him down to the floor.

"Oh god." he whispered to himself.

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Lucy, who had been watching him as he appeared to be having a fierce argument with himself a few moments ago, was really starting to panic. He looked like he was fighting some kind of demon in his head, and apparently lost because he all of a sudden dropped to the floor. Not knowing exactly what was wrong, she immediately dropped down beside him.

"Mort, Mort what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"She's not real, she's not real, she's not real.............." he kept repeating over and over again. He was rocking back and forth now, and Lucy could see pools of tears running down his face. It was the most heart breaking thing she had ever seen in her entire life. She wished to whoever would listen that she could take his pain away, but she knew she couldn't. She knew she couldn't just leave him like this, and she had no intentions to. Obviously, Mort Rainey needed more help than anyone could ever imagine.

She grabbed him around the shoulders and tried to calm him down, or atleast try to get his shaking under control. She understood that right now all he needed was for someone to hold him and tell him everything would be alright, so that's what she did. "Shhhh, it's okay. We're gonna get you some help, and I promise everything will be alright." she whispered to him while she stroked his hair out of his face, much like the way she did the previous night in the hotel. Mort had some deep psychological issues that he needed professional help with, and she was gonna make sure he got it, and she would be there every step of the way.

A/N: It's short, I know, sorry. But it was all that really fit. Next chapter is the last!