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Ted looked at Amy for a moment and tried to study her, but he couldn't figure her out.
"Amy. I highly doubt that Mort knew anything of our time together when you were still married to him," Ted said.
"Me too.. But I think he's found out about it now," Amy said, her voice muffled in tears.
"Now? What do you mean by now? Amy. Mort is dead. He's been dead for 6 years. Don't you understand that? There is no way that he could've found out if he were dead!" Ted said.
Amy began to cry harder as Ted explained that Mort was dead. She plunged her face into Ted's chest.
She daydreamed of Mort again...
Amy woke up in bed and opened her eyes. The curtains were pulled back, and a constant flow of sunshine filled the room. The window was open and she could hear the sweet song of birds outside on the tree branches. She stretched and rolled over, to see that Mort wasn't next to her.
Mort suddenly came through the doorway, holding a tray with breakfast on it. And it was a good breakfast too. "Good morning, darling," Mort said as he made his way over to the bed.
"What's this!" Amy asked, astounded, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Just thought I'd make a little something special for the lady that I love," Mort said, as he set the tray on the bed in front of Amy.
"Mort, this is amazing!" Amy said, taking a bite of an omelet.
"Glad you like it," Mort said.
Amy pulled him towards her and kissed him. Some of her eaten omelet went into his mouth.
"Hey! This is good! I really do make a good meal!" He said, as he chewed Amy's chewed food.
She laughed at him.
The flashback faded...
"Amy, you don't look so well. Have you been skipping out on your pills again?" Ted asked Amy curiously.
"I don't know. Maybe. There's just so many, it's hard to keep track," Amy said, her mind off somewhere else.
"Amy. If you don't take your pills, there's no point in the doctor prescribing them for you," Ted said.
"Yeah.. okay," Amy said, distantly.
"Let's get you out of here," Ted said, guiding Amy out of the disastrous room.