Sarah left the police department completely derailed from her decision. She found herself very confused and couldn't understand why Mort would be outside her apartment late at night, especially the night before. She thought back to his phone call that morning and figured maybe Mort didn't exactly understand why he was doing it either, then again maybe he did and he was just using the phone call as a cover up in case Sarah ever found out. All these thoughts swam inside her head, literally causing her scream in aggravation. She was so fed up with this, so fed up with Mort and his unreliable behavior. She was tired of his promises that he never really broke but left unfulfilled, she was tired of setting goals for herself, and having him stand in the way, she was tired of him of always being so... not him. She sighed and turned on the CD player her in car, hoping for an escape.
"Simple Together"
By Alanis Morissette

you've been my golden best friend
now with post-demise at hand
I can't go to you for consolation
cause we're off limits during this transition
this grief overwhelms me
it burns in my stomach
and I can't stop bumping into things
I thought we'd be simple together
I thought we'd be happy together
thought we'd be limitless together
I thought we'd be precious together
but I was sadly mistaken
you've been my soulmate and then some
I remembered you the moment i met you
with you I knew god's face was handsome
with you I saw fun and expansion
this loss is numbing me
it pierces my chest
and i can't stop dropping everything
i thought we'd be sexy together
thought we'd be evolving together
I thought we'd have children together
I thought we'd be family together
but I was sadly mistaken
if I had a bill for all the philosophies i shared
if I had a penny for all the possibilities i presented
if I had a dime for every hand thrown up in the air
my wealth would render this no less severe
I thought we'd be genius together
I thought we'd be healing together
I thought we'd be growing together
thought we'd be adventurous together
but I was sadly mistaken
thought we'd be exploring together
thought we'd be inspired together
I thought we'd be flying together
thought we'd be on fire together
but I was sadly mistaken

While the song played Sarah listened intently, she had never been able to relate to that song before but now she felt as though it took the words right out of her mouth. She started the song over and this time sang along with it, pouring her heart out.
When she arrived back at the apartment she laid down on her bed and saw that Mort's story was still laying there. "If only I really did have a fireplace..." She threw it on the floor and laid back down and shut her eyes, having enough for one day. It wasn't 15 minutes later and her cell phone rang just as she was about to drift off.
"Hello?" She held back a groan.
"Hey, did I wake you up again?" Mort asked with kind of a playful tone.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Kinda, I was laying down for a nap, you'd know about those..."
Mort didn't quite know how to take that. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Yeah."
"So, anyway, I just wanted to call and apologize about earlier." He said sweetly.
Sarah held back a sarcastic laugh. "For which, being outside my house or for calling me?"
"What?" Mort scratched his head totally confused.
"For being outside my house Mort..." Sarah spoke slowly as if he was mentally challenged.
Mort gave the phone a 'fuck-you' look. "I-wasn't-at-your-house." He replied in the same slow manner. "And don't talk to me like I'm a goddamn retard."
Sarah bit her lip and then replied. "Well, you were at my house Mort, this morning. That's where you went."
Mort cleared his throat. "Why would I go there, I don't even know where it is? "
"Well, you've been here a few times." She pointed out. "So you must-"
"Wait, what are you even talking about..." Mort stitched his eyebrows, completely confused.
Sarah debated upon telling him the truth. "My neighbor saw you this morning. Described you and your vehicle and all and they put in a police report, because they said that this wasn't the first time it happened. So the cops came and sure enough your licence plates number matched and the lady told me your name. So their you go... you WERE here."
Mort looked around totally dumbfounded. "Why..."
"I don't know..." Sarah laid her head back down and wanted to hang up, she didn't want to hear his voice anymore, it hurt her heart.
"Sarah..." Mort began. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
Sarah sat there, not expecting him to come out and ask her that. "Ugh, psychologically?" She slipped hoping he wouldn't get upset at that but she wasn't sure how else to put it.
Mort sighed. "I suppose."
"I think you're schizophrenic Mort, or you have split personalities... those are my guess, but I'm not a doctor..." Sarah replied honestly.
Mort closed his eyes for a minute. "I made an appointment." He said.
"Really? For when?" Sarah asked happy for him.
"Next Tuesday at 1pm." He replied.
"Good luck." Sarah half smiled
Mort had the urge to hang up too but for some reason neither wanted to make the first move.
"So," They both chimed.
"So." Sarah stated.
"I guess, you're ugh, pissed off at me... and the answer is no... and you're staying there... and etc. and 'thanks for you efforts Mort, but you're unreliable stupidity of your psychological schizophrenia and split personalities are too much for me and you freak me out, so I'm leaving for good and I don't want to talk to you. So next time you have your split personality stop by my apartment, (which the real Mort has no idea where that is), just have him drop off my shit that's at your cabin and we'll see each other around-maybe.' there, did I sum it up for you, or should I put it in some more easy going, 'let's still be friends terms'?" Mort finally let his feelings out.
Sarah sighed after hearing his words and just said. "No."
Mort rubbed his forehead frustrated within himself and her at the same time. "No...so... it's you're other answer, which isn't an answer-'I don't know'... that's great. And obviously, I'm going hay-wire again and stalking you so you claim... which I'm not even aware of. Well, I'll just go into some psycho ward, and I do suppose maybe I'll call you when I get out and let you know I'm alive. Till then, you still have a key to here, so let yourself in and get your own shit because I'm done." And before she could reply he hung up.

Sarah sat there staring at her phone she waited 5 minutes, her mind completely blank, not really thinking about what he had said, not having time to, she was in shock. She called him back, but little did she know he had unplugged the phone. She threw her phone back down and then let out a long sigh. Her day was going from bad to worse.