Katie had come about twenty minutes ago. Mort sat infront of his desk, staring at his blank laptop screen. He was running through all the possiblities in his head, trying to push the ones of love then murder out of his mind. He couldn't think of that. He couldn't write another story that went into great detail of his-No... the character's love's murder. No. Not like Secret Window. Never again would he describe what he-No... the character would do. Where they'd bury the body and why it would be the perfect place to do it. Because then Shooter would get a hold of him and Mort didn't want another encounter with him.

Then Shooter would try to kill Katie. No! Not Katie. Why would Shooter try to kill her?

"Because you love her. But your out of your mind. That's why Shooter, well actually you, would try to kill Katie. Bury her next to the rotten corpses of Ted and Amy." A voice said in his ear from behind.

Mort didn't have to look behind him. He knew who it was. His otherside. His better half.

No.

Not his better half. He had no other half. He was completely whole. No halves. Mort Rainey was whole. He was sane. He wasn't losing his mind. Right? Right.

"Mr. Rainey?"

The voice came so suddenly from the top of the staircase that it made him jump. But still, he tried to act like everything was keen. Peachy keen. "Call me Mort." This shot so suddenly from his mouth he didn't know what he was saying until it was said.

"Okay...Mort...Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Fine." He gave a single nod as if confirming this, "What did you need?"

"Do you want me to clean off your desk or something?"

Mort took a swift glance of the messy desk littered with Mountain Dew cans and Doritos bags. "No... "

Katie walked closer to him and held out a small tin trash can, in it was a plastic bag. "I found this in my room. I don't need it. I was thinking that you could put it beside your desk, throw the chip bags and cans in it." She set it on the floor next to her desk. "Since your desk is off-limits..."

Mort smiled then let his eyes wander to his laptop. Was his desk honestly off-limits? It's not like there was anything important or private in the drawers. Except the ciggarettes. Which he didn't smoke. They were there...Just in case of...something. And on his laptop? Nothing on it.

"Except Secret Window." His 'better-half' said in the back of his mind.

Yes. That was right. Mort saved the story to his laptop now. Incase any other crazy hicks came back to his house, claiming the story was their's. What would Katie think if she read secret window? Would she think nothing of it? Would she think that this really was what he was feeling inside? She'd think he was a psycho. Yes. It was better if his desk just stayed off-limits.

"You know what Katie? I'm having writer's block... You've seem to do a good job on the house today. How about we take a break? Go sit by the lake for ten minutes. Have a cup of your hot tea." This also shot out of his mouth. He was coming on quite strong to her. Well Mort thought so, maybe Katie wouldn't notice though. If she did... she didn't show any sign of it.

"Alright."

So five minutes later, they both sat on the grassy ground, next to the lake. Katie was hardly saying anything. She did seem like the shy, quiet type though.

"Geez. You're very talktive and loud. You need to quiet down." He said with a sarcastic smile, tilting his head to the side looking at her.

Katie smiled."Yeah... I know." She kept her eyes on the ripples of the lake, pressing her lips together. Oh how Mort wanted his lips to touch hers. Taste her mouth. Touch her silky, soft looking hair. Run his hands over her cheek, neck, arms and her whole body softly.

Mort mentally slapped himself, forcing his head away from her quickly. She was only...what? Eighteen? Nineteen? But she wasn't a minor at least. She was of age.

Again, he mentally slapped himself.

"Dirty mind, Mort. Dirty, dirty, filthy mind. Get her out of there. She's still young and innocent. No need for her to be corrupted by you and you're impure thoughts." Of all the times his other half had to comment....

"Want to go on a quick walk?" Katie asked with a light smile.

"Yes!" Mort answered almost like an eager child. He replaced the excited expression on his face with his normal 'I don't give a damn about life' look and shrugged, "I guess." Mort stood up, brushing off his pants.

Katie smiled and stood up, "Okay." She took the empty mug out of Mort's hand. "I'll bring these inside. Then we can be off."

"I can bring them in." Mort offered.

"No...I have to use the bathroom anyways."

"Oh." Mort stuffed his hands into his pockets deeply, embrassed. "Yeah."

"Yeah." For a moment, they stood there in silence. "I'll be back in a moment." Katie said, walking away.

Mort suddenly noticed it wasn't exactly one of the warmest days to go on a walk. "Grab one of my sweatshirts for yourself!" He called to her and she nodded. Mort really needed to get control of what he was saying...

Mort watched her walk into his home and he looked back to the lake. It felt like someone was staring at him though. Staring intently. He sighed deeply. The sheriff, no doubt. Lazily, Mort looked over to see who was watching him.

And leaning against a tree, in black pants, and a black, old-looking jacket, wearing a black hat there was the person he was least hoping to see ever again in his life.

Shooter.