Rick woke up off the sofa and pulled his lab coat from him. He had been using it as a blanket. It was still dark outside, still night. Rick sighed and took his lab coat as he walked up the stairs, dumping it in Beth and Jerry's room, the room in which he was sleeping in. He sighed and went to go and look in Summer's bedroom, to check up on her; she was still sleeping. Good.

Rick walked back into Beth and Jerry's bedroom and lay down on the empty bed. Picking up his phone from the nightstand, he dialled a number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Is that Joyce and Leonard Smith?" Rick asked. "Yeah. Yeah, it's Rick Sanchez here. I uh... I can't cope."

"Good of you to admit that." Jessica said. "You had no idea how to cope with what had happened."

"Don't." Rick snapped.

"What happened again?" Jessica asked. She quickly morphed from Jessica into Summer. "Did Morty try to kill Summer?"

"I mean it." Rick said.

"Did you abandon Morty to die?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Suppose he deserved it after what happened to Summer, right?"

"Shut up!" Rick shouted.

His words echoed in his head as Summer morphed back into Jessica.

"I didn't want it to happen." Rick said, speaking at an acceptable volume. "It-it was an accident. He was-he didn't listen to me."

"Because you know best, right?" Jessica asked.

"He murdered my daughter and her husband! He tried to murder my granddaughter!" Rick argued. "He-he was unhinged... a-and I made him that way."

"Rick. It's not your fault." Jessica said.

"Don't you dare Good Will Hunting me." Rick pushed her away. "I-I fucking hate that movie."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened to the C137 Smiths." Jessica said. "But you can't forget about it either. That past that you thought you'd left behind is here to haunt you again."

"I abandoned Summer." Rick said. "That was my fault."

"Are you growing a conscience?" Jessica asked.

"Am I hell." Rick growled. "Whatever. I don-don't care."

"You and Summer were close."

"Yeah and the Council of Ricks didn't like that. Dicks." Rick said with contempt. "But Summer, she was going places. We'd already picked out her college when it happened."

"Ah yes." Jessica said, pulling another home movie from the box. 'Morty Explains It All'.

Rick was sitting in a hospital waiting room with blood on his clothes and his lab coat. Doctors kept passing by hurriedly, same with nurses. To try and keep himself calm from the panic inside, he was rocking back and forth in his seat. Following the hospital workers with his eyes. He was sober. Disgustingly so. He couldn't remember when he'd last had a drink.

Morty was sitting next to him calmly. Very calmly.

Rick had been forced to lie to the police about what had happened, which was only adding to his worry.

"Rick, why don't you calm down." Morty suggested. "You're rocking again."

"I would if I could, Morty, but I can't." Rick said. "My daughter, your mother, and her idiot are dead. I haven't had a drink in what feels like forever. And I'm still waiting on news for your sister."

"Yeah. Prioritise them over me." Morty scoffed.

"I don't prioritise anyone." Rick snapped back. "You're twelve. Summer's fifteen. You're both orphans now and since I'm your next of kin I have to take care of you." He looked around carefully and lowered his voice to a whisper. "And it's your damn fault."

"I know, Rick. That was the idea." Morty said casually, examining his fingernails.

"You're a monster."

Morty simply shrugged. "They were authority. They got in my way. Didn't you always tell me to eliminate authority that got in my way? Now we can go on adventures all the time."

Rick clenched his jaw. "My daughter is not your authority."

"Was, Rick. She's dead now." Morty said coldly.

Rick lowered his voice again. "Because you beat her head in with a hammer."

"And Jerry's." Morty added. "And Summer's."

"I should have said it was you." Rick folded his arms and turned away from his grandson in disgust.

"You're the one with blood on his jacket." Morty argued. "You had no choice but to provide me an alibi or it would be you in trouble with the law."

Rick stood up and began pacing the waiting area. He took another look at Morty and went over to the nearest nurse.

"I just want to know how my granddaughter Summer Smith is doing." He said in almost a mumble.

Before the memory could progress, Jessica took the memory down from the projector and put another one on. "That one was getting boring. We might revisit it, but for now, here's 'Booger AIDS Underscore'-dammit, Rick!"

"Is there anything you can do for her?" Rick asked, practically begging the doctor. "Like-like therapy or something?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr Sanchez." The Doctor said. "In Summer's case, therapy wouldn't work. Her brain damage is too severe. All you can do is look after her and keep her comfortable."

"My granddaughter is better than that." Rick said. "I know she is."

"She's suffered brain damage-"

"You don't have to keep repeating it." Rick said.

"But you don't quite seem to understand the severity." The Doctor said. "Your granddaughter is paralysed, blind, unable to swallow or communicate. Yes, she may be aware of what's going on around her, but her physical limitations alone make therapy not a viable option for her."

"There's got to be something-"

"There isn't." The Doctor said. She paused and observed Rick's behaviour. "I'm sorry Mr Sanchez. I understand this must be hard for you to accept. This whole situation must be extremely distressing."

"You have no idea." Rick said, without a hint of sarcasm.

"I can put you in touch with support groups. People who find themselves caring for a disabled loved one. Or people who are bereaved."

"I don't need support groups." Rick said.

"If you say so, Mr Sanchez." The Doctor sighed. "Maybe I could get support for Morty-"

"My grandson doesn't need support either-"

"He's lost both of his parents and effectively his older sister."

"So I'll put him in therapy." Rick said. "Kid needs it."

"Mr Sanchez." The Doctor put some pamphlets on the table and pushed them towards Rick. "Just think about it, at least."

Morty lay down on his bed thinking. He was hungry. He hadn't eaten in days. And he was starting to see the need for a resistance army now. Evil Morty was absolutely a dictator and he needed taking down. What the hell did Rick do to him to turn him into this?

"Morty, you're doing that thing again." Summer said.

"What?" Morty asked, coming from his thoughts.

"You're just lying there and staring at the ceiling." Summer said, sitting down on the floor. "I brought you some bread, courtesy of Shop Assistant Rick."

Morty sat up on the bed. "Yeah. Thanks."

Summer handed Morty a plate with a buttered piece of bread on it. "I'm hungry too, Morty. Just fight through it."

"It's not that I'm hungry." Morty said. "I'm just..." He sighed. "Evil Morty was Rick's first Morty. How did he end up the way he did?"

"I don't know, Morty." Summer said. "It doesn't matter anyway. You won't end up like that."

Morty smiled faintly. "Thanks, Summer."

"You're too much of a pushover for that to happen." Summer shrugged and bit into her bread.

Morty frowned at his sister and her lack of tact.

A/N: Hey! I'm back! Hope you liked this chapter, but if you didn't, there's more to come!

Up next, Morty goes to Mortytown! Learn more about Peg-Leg Morty! And most excitingly, Jessica goes to school!