Authors Note: We didn't forget about this. Time has just been so busy. Anyway, Chapter 4. Mort's getting fun...Sands is getting crazier...

Sands set out at a hard stride, heading towards the west side of the town, intent to dump the bag somewhere there. The steps were angry, each time his foot went down, it was hard and pushing. He'd had just about enough of Mort's shit and he didn't need any of this. He needed to get back to himself. He needed to clear up this entire mess, before something else happened. Before he lost his job. Before he lost Cerise. He attempted to drive Mort's little song out of his mind, with one of his own, muttering it under his breath as he walked.

"I don't need no walls around me.
And I don't need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need any thing at all.
No. Don't think I need anything at all.

All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.

"Yeah, we saw how well the drugs worked, didn't we..." Mort muttered boredly.

"Do us a favor...shut the fuck up." Sands growled, turning down a side street, several blocks away from the little room with the dead hooker.

"I'd rather talk to you." Mort retorted.

"I don't want anything to do with your ass! Not any more. You ruined my life once, I wont let you do it again!" Sands snapped, opening a dumpster and tossing the bag in.

"What is this!" Mort asked angrily. "We were friends once! What's happened?"

"You! Trying to get me killed in some fucked up crazy way! I don't NEED that now!"

Hey you,
Out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?
Hey you,
Standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile,
Can you feel me?
Hey you,
Don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.

"I suppose this has to do with HER, doesn't it..." Mort asked in an irritated tone.

"With who?" Sands demanded.

"Your Cherry..." Mort sneered. "She'll break your heart and leave you just to die, just like that...that bitch of an ex wife you have, did! All women are the same, better off used and left..." Mort snapped angrily

"You don't know Cerise...not the way I do." Sands responded strongly.

Hey you,
Out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone,
Would you touch me?
Hey you,
With your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out,
Would you touch me?
Hey you,
Would you help me to carry the stone?

Open your heart, I'm coming home.

"Yeah, and why's this one so fucking special?" Mort demanded.

"I don't think I have to explain it to you." Sands responded.

"Do you love her!"


Mort fell silent as Sands left the alley and headed off towards the park. Sands could feel Mort's confusion, as he walked. And Sands was glad of this. If Mort didn't know, or understand, he didn't deserve to. He didn't need to know what Cerise ment to Sands. What Sands would do for her. She was the one thing in Sands' life that meant anything.

But Mort's silence didn't last to long and suddenly Mort grumbled sarcastically,

"But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high, as you can see.
No matter how he tried he could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

"You don't listen when I tell you to fuck off, do you?" Sands murmured as he entered the park. He dropped on to a park bench in the darkness, digging a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

"Why should I? It's just you and me, kiddo." Mort replied.

"WHY?" Sands demanded, taking a long draw.

"Why what?" Mort questioned.

"Why are you even here?"

"Well, I think that can be summed up simply. You're a fucking nutcase, Pink, my friend. After every thing your mo..."

"Don't, don't even finish that sentence, or I'll cut you out of me, my self!" Sands sneered in a dangerous tone.

Mort was surprised. He blinked several times. "I was just being...honest..."

"Honesty'll get you killed, Mort, old pal." Sands hissed, tapping the ashes off his cigarette and looking around in the darkness.

"After everything we've been through, you're going to treat me like this?" Mort demanded.

"I'll get rid of you, one way or the other, Mort. So you might as well do us both a favor and leaving willingly!"

Hey you,
Out there on the road,
Always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you,
Out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you,
Don't tell me there's no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.

"I've got some news for ya, boy'o," Mort started, but Sands cut him off again.

"I'm not your boy'o, so just go the fuck away already"

Mort finally snapped and got angry. "No, you listen to me, Sheldon Jeffrey Sands! You may not have killed that girl back there, but some one sure as hell did, and while you were in there! And now you and me, we're in this one together, Pink! It's one big fucking mess! A bad script! Just REALLY bad writing! And if we don't find out why, or who did it, you're going to lose everything in your life, INCLUDING Cerise! Together we stand, divided we fall!"

Sands blinked, startled but Mort's tone, and the ring of truth in it all. Swallowing, Sands found his voice. "If we do this, and find out who it was, THEN will you leave me alone!"

Mort sighed irritably, "Yes, I'll leave you the fuck alone, to your own devises and what not..."

"Thank you!' Sands snapped, looking around again. "We've got to go find that friend of hers...the other prostitute."

"Good plan junior..." Mort replied, still in an irritated tone.