Before Sarah left for Mort's she decided to leave Jennifer a note saying where she was going. She didn't want her to feel left out in the cold or to worry if she didn't come that night. She made sure that she dressed to the finest and that her hair was perfect along with her make-up. She got in her car and drove to Mort's, not really knowing what to expect.
When she walked up to the door she found it hard not to just walk in out of pure habit but she eventually knocked. Mort came to the door, nicely dressed in a pair of decent jeans and collared blue shirt, his hair was combed back and wavy and once again he wasn't wearing glasses which Sarah appreciated since she still wasn't used to them. He smiled cutely and opened the door further to let her step inside.
"Hey, you're just in time, the garlic bread just dinged.... I think it's done." Mort glanced over towards the kitchen and then back at Sarah.

She stepped into the foyer area and Mort gently closed the door behind her, she noticed that he had an oven mitt on one hand and she restrained herself from releasing a small giggle.
"Oh good I can't wait " She smiled as he pulled her closer with his hand, that wasn't covered with the oven mitt, and kissed her softly.

He stepped back from her slowly and took in the view of her body before he walked back to the kitchen.
"So, Mort, big step from Doritos?" She couldn't help herself.
He shot her playful glare and then pulled the garlic bread out the oven and turned it off.
"Yeah, well, it was this or a pizza, and I figured you were worth more that pizza, right?" He replied as he fixed their plates.

She sat down at the dinner table, noticing that it had a center piece of a dozen roses and that the silverware was already set out along with wine glasses and two, already lite candles, that hadn't been burning long. She smiled to herself, knowing that this was something that Mort had probably been working on ever since she called.
"Alright, now, if the noddles are either WAY over cooked or WAY under cooked, it's not as if I'm a pro at this..." He said a bit unsure of himself as he set her plate before her. It smelled delicious and looked marvelous and honestly, she couldn't believe Mort had cooked it.
"I'm sure you did excellent." She assured and waited for him take a seat but instead he walked back counter and grabbed a bottle of expensive wine. He sat down and popped the cork, poured her a glass and then himself one, set it down and raised his glass as if to make a toast. Sarah raised hers following along with him and smiling, her eyes meeting his.
"To you, Sarah, for even thinking about coming over here... and for loving me... when... well, you know when... but I love you..." He reached across the table and took hold of her other hand.
She smiled widely at him. "And to you...the man I do love with all my heart... for not burning the house down!" She clinked her glass against his and they both sipped at the time, Mort laughing at her joke and squeezing her hand tighter.
After dinner and a few conversations later, Mort lead Sarah up to his computer where he had printed off that copy of his new short novel. Sarah looked down at the computer a small shiver running down her spine as memories of when she found the story about Amy on there and when Mort found her reading it. She closed her eyes trying to get passed them. Mort interrupted her.
"Here, this is for you..." He went to hand her his rough draft and noticed that she had her eyes closed. "Hun,"
"Oh yeah, thank you." She forced out a smile and reached for it. Mort let her have it and frowned.
"You alright?" He asked concerned.
Sarah nodded. "Yeah, of course. I'm fine." She looked down at the papers and smiled again, this time much more genuine.
He touched her shoulder and rubbed it carefully. "Okay?"
"Sorry, just..." She looked around and then back and Mort.
Mort was a bit confused and then realized what she was getting to. "Oh... yeah." He paused and cleared his throat. "Well, um... you wanna, go back downstairs?" He asked sweetly.
She shrugged. "Whatever you want."
"Come on, in my room first, I almost forgot " He grabbed her hand and lead her across the hall.
She wondered what he was up to and noticed that the door was closed.
"Alright babe, close your eyes." He said mischievously.
Sarah giggled and did as he directed. She could hear him opening the door and switching on the lightings to his room. She wondered what was going on. She wanted to open her eyes, but she hated to spoil the surprise. About a minute later she heard his footsteps grow closer and then stop to the side of her.
"Okay, open "
When she opened her eyes she nearly fainted.
"Mort Oh my God You... how long did this take you? It's wonderful " She exclaimed as she stepped further into the room. All along the walls of the room were pictures of him and her blown up, decorated, colored differently, pieced together, in different collages, everything. She walked up to each and everyone and reminisced about the time that picture was taken.
"Well, actually, it's taken me awhile, but I know that you really love scrap booking, and when you left, you left your scrapbooks here, so I took a lot of the pictures from those and just took copies of them and altered them." He explained.
Sarah smiled widely and headed back over to him. "Mort, this is the cutest thing you've done "
Mort blushed a bit. "Thanks..."
"Not I'm serious, this... this is, so.... so me... and you took what's me, and you made it us..." She looked around at all the pictures and saw how coordinated he had made everything and how much effort he must had put into it. She felt tears develop in her eyes at how much he had changed.
"So you like it then?" He asked as he watched her stare off around her.
She looked back at him and nodded. "Oh my gosh, I love it But... there's one that is missing." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the folded, crinkled, looked-like-it-had-been-throug-hell-and-back picture of her and Mort that she had taken off of he refrigerator the day she left.
Mort looked down at it and grinned. "That's where that one went " He said excitedly. "I was searching for that one."
Sarah walked up to another picture of the two of them and removed a tack from the bottom of the picture, she found a free space on the wall and hung it up.
"Now, there, it's complete." She walked back over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
Mort kissed the top of her head and held her tightly. "Sarah, I love you... please, I'm begging you... this is honestly begging now... come back home."
Sarah looked up at him and then back down at the story that she still held in her hands.
She released a small sigh and didn't know what to say. The room... the dinner... the night before... their conversations... they were all eating at her brain, but the story, that she still had to read, that was what matter most. Mort had always spoke his mind in what he wrote. Whether it be subconsciously or through hidden messages or blunt statement autobiographies like the Amy short, it was the truth and Sarah knew that deep down she had to read what is in her hand before making her final decision.
She moved so that she was directly in from of him and looked him square in the eyes.
"Mort, I do love you, you know that and these few days, you have shown me how much you love me, how much you care, but you and I both know that you didn't just bring me here to show me this room... you brought me here to read this..." She held up the papers.
He nodded, knowing she was right and knowing that he had let his emotions get the better of him.
"So, I'm going to read this and make my choice... alright?" She ran her hand across his cheek.
Mort's heart skipped, hoping that whatever he had written would be something to win her back.