Mort's P.O.V

There was no way of explaining to Shadow how dangerous of alter-personalities could be when they are out there on their own.

"My conscience said that Shooter wouldn't hurt you," I explained. "He wouldn't say why though. He just said that he wouldn't hurt you."

"I wonder why," she said in a whisper.

"I can't begin to wonder why," I said and it was true. I couldn't figure out what Shooter would want with Shadow or why he would let Shadow live.

"Why don't we just ask them?" Shadow suggested. "It would seem like the smart thing to do."

"I don't know," I said and I didn't know. Talking to Shooter was never a good idea. "But I guess we don't have a choice we need to know what they are up to. I don't want to see anyone getting hurt."

"Alright," she said. "Should I make something for us to eat while we wait for them?"

"Sure," I nodded.

Shadow was making it sound like we were waiting for two old friends to get home but her idea of food was a good one. I hadn't eaten all day. I had been thinking about Shooter and Clover. Shadow smiled and went to fixing some hamburgers.

Shadow's P.O.V

After we ate the two of us tried to have a normal conversation but it was hard to do. How can you have a normal conversation when you are waiting for you other personality to arrive. Mort must have felt the same way because he kept twisting in his seat.

We had to wait nearly two hours before I heard a car in the driveway. I turned and looked out the kitchen window. A beat up looking station wagon had pulled into the driveway. This must have been a bad sign because Mort let out a long sign.

Shooter got out of the driver's seat and a girl I didn't know got of the passenger's. That had to be Clover. It weird seeing someone that wasn't real. It chilled me and made me feel like I was crazy. Of course I was crazy. The two of them walked around to the front of the house.

Mort got up and walked over to the kitchen door. He leaned against the frame and glared at Shooter.

"Hello there Mort. Why do ya look so upset?" Shooter asked.

"I want to know what is going on and I want to know right now," Mort demanded.

"I ain't got have any idea what you're talking 'bout," Shooter said smiling.

"How about you Clover?" Mort asked turning to Clover. "Do you?"

"I told you I liked his friend," she said looking past Mort and at me.

That's what meant! She liked Shooter! I should have put two and two together when I met Shooter but i didn't think about. I was jerked out of my thoughts when Clover joined hands with Shooter.

This sudden motion made me understand so much. That's why Clover didn't want me to leave my job. She was in love with Shooter. If I left the job she would have to travel a great distance to see Shooter. I wasn't sure what it was like to be like them but it must have been close to being real or Clover wouldn't have made sure I didn't quite.

"This can't be what I think it is," Mort whispered.

"It is Mort," Shooter said. "Now, if you don't git in between Clover an' me I won't git in between Shadow an' you."

"There's nothing to get between," I said quickly. At bit to quickly.

Yes there is! This is what I was scared of.

Mort turned and gave me a raised eyebrow. I couldn't help but blush. Just because I had a bit of crush on him didn't mean there was something to get between.

"There might not be yet but there will be soon," Clover promised.

Without another word Shooter and Clover left the kitchen.

"There's something I thought I'd never see," Mort said still standing in the kitchen doorway.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Shooter with a girlfriend."