Pocket Mortys Rick Morty Novels & Stories

I try to place it, but my head throbs and I can't think straight, let alone open my eyes. "You'll get yours," Heather says. "Just you wait." Her footsteps recede, and someone crouches in front of me. It takes all of my strength, but I manage to open my eyes. The face in front of me is more than familiar. It belongs to someone who, somehow, was a part of me before I even met him. "Alec," I gurgle, before slipping away into the sweet, sweet darkness.