When Sarah arrived back and Jennifer's, she seemed a bit surprised to see her home so early. Sarah walked inside holding Mort's story and Jennifer frowned knowing that this was something serious. They put on a pot of coffee and Sarah finally dished out everything that happened in the last two days, leaving behind little detail and few emotions. Jennifer sat there listening to her friend and consoled her but didn't really do much else, she wasn't sure what to say upon matter. In her mind, Mort was still and always would be a danger zone after what he did to Amy but she completely understood where Sarah was coming from. She felt her pain in her words and her body language and in the time she was without Mort Jennifer had noticed that Sarah was a complete different person and honestly, she didn't much care for that. Jennifer's end advice to Sarah was to read Mort's writing and see what it containing and like Sarah was planing, make her decision based up that and the other conditions she had laid out the night before. Sarah went to bed that night deciding that she would rather read the story and finish it all in one sitting.
The next morning Sarah woke to her cell phone chiming in her ear. She rolled over and answered it a bit hoarse.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? " Mort all but pathetically exclaimed.
"Yeah?" She rubbed her eye. "Are you okay, Mort, it's..." She stopped to look at the alarm clock and returned a bit surprised, "It's 6 in the morning..."
Mort sighed. "No."
A bit worried she sat up and rested her head in her hand. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not doing all that well... and I wanted to talk to someone..." He sighed again, still not so sure if he should have called.
Sarah shut her eyes again and laid back down, pulling the blanket over her. "Alright, what's wrong, do you want to explain what's happening?" She asked calmly.
"Um..." He looked around at what he was doing and frowned. "Not exactly."
"Mort..." She held out his name and paused.
Mort looked around again and sighed loudly. "I-I woke up... and I was well, I found myself outside... in my car and I don't know why... the engine was running, and I put gas in it yesterday and... now, now almost on E. I'm freaking out... I don't know... I honestly don't know where I went..."
Sarah popped her eyes back open at his last remark and sat back up again but didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say or how to react.
"Sarah?" Mort almost begged hoping she didn't hang up.
"Yeah, I'm here." She hurried, not wanting him to leave the conversation.
"I'm sorry." He muttered.
"For what?" She asked concerned.
"For calling, for probably ruining something-again. For bothering you, for being like this... I just didn't know who to call... I probably shouldn't have called anyone... but... I just couldn't take it... I needed to talk, I'm-" He stopped and looked around his car and down at the cigarettes in the astray.
"You're what Mort, you can tell me how you feel?" Sarah kindly insisted.
Mort took in a deep breath and finished. "Scared."
Sarah nodded to herself, knowing that was what he going to say and replied. "It's going to be alright honey, just breath. Okay?"
Mort looked around again and still felt utterly confused, what had he done? Where did he go? Did he hurt someone? What if he did?
"Sarah, I'm afraid... what if I did something that I shouldn't have?" He questioned seriously.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, hoping that he wouldn't have brought that up.
"Are you thinking you did?"
"Well, I don't know... I mean, all I remember is fucking going to bed last night and waking up in here, very well sitting up and very well already awake." Mort replied a bit upset.
"I understand that, but what I mean is, is there anyone Mort, that you are not on a good page right now with?" She asked more direct.
Mort thought for a minute. "No, no one that I can think of."
"No one at all? None?" She asked again.
"No one. No one that I would.... or hurt in anyway." He replied honestly.
"Alright, then you don't have anything to worry about." She said assuringly.
"I suppose you're right." He somewhat groaned. "But that still doesn't explain this..."
"No it doesn't..." She chewed her bottom lip and debated going over there. "Mort, are you still your car?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied.
"Well, my advice is to just get out of there and go inside, clean up, change clothes and take a nap or something..." She said.
"I guess so." He replied and reached out for the ashtray to empty it.
"Mort, have you been smoking?" She questioned seriously.
Mort's eyebrow raised wondering how she knew what he was doing. "Ugh,"
"You have haven't you?" She sighed knowing that wasn't good.
"Well, no, I haven't" He emphasized the I, "But, I was just cleaning out the ashtray because whenever whoever, whatever decided to take out my truck this morning, he was smoking..."
Sarah found this odd how Mort was referring to himself as a different person when he acted differently or he couldn't remember what he did, but she also understood it.
"Pall Malls?" She questioned.
"You guessed it, crooked bastard " He nearly gagged as he opened the door of his truck and stepped out, tucking the keys in his pocket and baring the ashtray in his other hand.
"Eck " She exclaimed.
"Alright, well, I'm going to take you're advice... thank you for listening to me and calming me down... I just needed to talk to someone who somewhat understands me. I hope that I didn't-"
"You didn't." Sarah replied cutting him off.
Mort smiled as he headed into the cabin.
"Okay, good... I'll let you get back to bed, I'm sorry I woke you up." He said apologetically.
"Don't worry about it." She laid back down and added, "I wish I could help more..."
"You help more than you know." He replied.
"Good." She said.
"Ok, I'll talk to you later..."
"Alright, call me if you need anything." She offered.
"Thanks, bye Sarah."
"Good-bye Mort. Take care." And with that she hung up.