Chapter Nine: Five days in room 119
The cops didn't get back to Mort and Clementine anytime soon, and they slowly ran out of things to do. Movie marathons and ice cream and candy from room service were great for the first day or so, but after that the excitement of it wore off. Clementine had finally had enough.
"Lets go down to dinner tonight, Mort," she says, standing by the window. "We've been up here for five days now getting room service, I can't live in cotton wool for the rest of my life, and I'm bored. I'm alright now, honestly."
"Honestly? Alright then. When do you want to go down?" asks Mort flicking over the channels on the widescreen TV.
"Well, I'm gonna put on something smart, its my first night back into the world so I've got to look my best. Did we send those things down to be washed?"
"Yup," replies Mort, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Aren't they supposed to be back by now? It must have been three days at least."
"Yeah. Don't worry about it, you'll look gorgeous," says Mort, kissing her forehead and then going into the bathroom.
"Alright. Give me half an hour and we'll go."
Dinner proved a great success. Clementine was very talkative and at her best since the accident - if you could call it that, murder attempt, might be more appropriate - had happened. Sliding their trays along the rail, picking out food they met several people who asked after Clementine's health.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern. Yes, it was a shock, I almost can't believe it now. Mort, why won't these people just go away?" she whispers to him when they had been left alone for a few seconds.
After eating to their hearts content, and filling up somewhat mainly on ice cream factories and candy, they returned to the room, Clementine better for the trip downstairs.
"Do you want to order a movie?" asks Mort back in the hotel room. Clementine takes down her hair and jumps onto the bed.
"Sure. You chose, something nice, romantic comedy, fantasy, I still don't think I could watch horror." There's a knock at the door.
"Room service."
"Room service?" asks Clementine. Mort shrugs.
"Must be the washing," he says as he opens the door.
"Morton, the cops have been all over me," says Simone from the door.