What If I Lose It All? Who: Lita Singh and Mort Leander Where: UMCB, Lita's now patrolmen-free apartment What: After Lita's reallyroughday, she's feeling like garbage and nursing a wicked hangover. Enter Mort, with sage words of wisdom, a sympathetic ear, and instant cocoa packets. When:Backdated to September 8th, morning
Oh, sister I will help you out! Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.
Lita hadn't slept. There had been a few fitful moments where she had fallen into a hazy, dreamlike state, only to be awoken with images of notes on her kitchen table, blood on her hands, and James' name on her lips. The alcohol hadn't helped the situation much. She thought it might help her sleep or dull the pain plaguing her entire body and mind but it had done neither. It only made her feel sick and sad and alone.
She's in one of those nightmare fugue states when she hears a persistent knock through the fog. Blearily, Lita opens her eyes to slits and peers around the too-bright room. Instantly she's on high alert; her body forgets that the serial killers are either dead or behind bars even though her mind is all too aware. She relaxes when she hears Mort's placid tones call to her from behind the door.
Head spinning and guts churning, Lita rolls out of bed and stumbles to the door. She unlocks the deadbolt and opens the door and is relieved to verify that it was her friend and no one else come a-knockin'. She motions for him to come in and grunts a some non-syllabic utterance of greeting. She shuts and locks the door behind him and flops back into her unmade bed and pulls the covers over her disheveled mop of hair.