The hotel certainly was luxurious.. but the rooms were the standard anonymous and in a way Mort welcomed that. anonymity was what he was after.. and had been for a long time; since walking into that motel room and seeing Amy and Ted..
..And here he was sitting in a hotel room.. the irony was not escaping him.. but escape was what he craved.
He had wandered the hotel for a while. avoiding going to his room for obvious reasons. But he had ended up hiding out from various fans and had eventually given in and walked up to his room. To seek another escape he flipped open his lap top and saw several e.mail messages were awaiting his attention... no peace for the wicked, he though, though he was unaware as to what he had done to warrant the way his luck was running.
He walked over to the mini bar and broke open the mini bottle of Jack Daniel's and drank it straight from the bottle. He sighed and walked back to the lap top and opened the first message. It was from Clara, and was an timetable for the conference. Book signings and God help him a speech on his writing.. God help him.. he closed it and swiftly moved on to the next message
'You stole my story.. you put things right yet?.. I know I got my ending put right. But seems you ain't in a hurry end this.. you know you need to publish it in my name.. you know what needs doing. Or do I need to come a visiting again to remind you? Shooter.
His blood ran cold and he dropped the empty bottle on the floor. "No.. " he murmured "You can't come back I am trying.. God knows I am trying to keep you away" he said to the screen.. he almost jumped out of his skin as there was a firm knock on his hotel room door.