"Freezer burn...? Who-Who are you talking about?" Morty turned to watch Rick leave the garage. He fidgeted with his hands for a moment, shifting his weight from foot to foot before deciding to follow. Nothing was making sense. He should have just gone back to bed and dismissed it all as a dream that he'd forget in the morning. But he was far too awake to do that now, too eager to follow Rick around like he had months prior. 

Morty moved around Jerry, that time not bothering to acknowledge him. He got into the kitchen just as he heard a strange, loud voice. His heart nearly skipped a beat at how startling it was, and he hurried to move to where Rick was. Of course, he wasn't expecting the yellow, bloody creature. At the sight of Mr.Poopybutthole, Morty jumped back against the counter. Fortunately for him, he came in after the crisis had been fixed. At the state he was currently in, the kid might have had a mini-breakdown at seeing so much blood and pain from the unfamiliar alien. 

"Oh my God! What-What...Who..." He turned his attention on Rick, suddenly angry. "Who the hell are you?!" Clearly, he knew exactly [i]who[/i] Rick was, but it was painfully obvious that he didn't belong in this dimension. As much as he wanted to believe that this was his Rick, he couldn't let himself fool him into believing such an obvious lie.