The idea of exploring the cabin didnâ€™t seem appealing at first but then he eventually decided what the hell and went a separate way than Lia. Not really sure where to start, he decided to head into the kitchen since she had gone upstairs and took a look for anything that might be even remotely useful. Oh and how right he was to do just that. There was a pack of cigars sitting on the table, Jeremyâ€™s face lit up at the sight of them and he completely disregarded the fact that they could have been placed there just for him and they were the exact brand that he smoked. Immediately he pulled one out and lit it. It felt like Heaven had touched his lips and when he exhaled his drag it felt like everything that he had been through so far had gone away. There was even some alcohol in the fridge though he was more of a whiskey or scotch guy than a vodka guy.<br/><br/>He took a bottle anyway figuring he needed that as well before he returned to the chair, slid his gun into his coat pocket as best he could, and sat down just as Lia had come back downstairs and went into the kitchen herself. To his surprise the chair was comfortable though smelled a bit musty. He just shrugged it off and sank back into the cushion of the seat and smoked his cigar, closing his eyes to relax a bit after he realized he was still a bit shaky. Careful not to knock his glasses of his face, he gently rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed softly, feeling himself relax further. He sipped casually at the vodka, wincing at how it burned the whole way down. Yup. Definitely a whiskey or scotch guy, he reminded himself. Vodka was just too damned strong and he really was not a fan of it; it was his love for a good alcoholic drink that he even decided to keep drinking.<br/><br/>It was too quiet in the cabin and it was starting to bother him. He decided to walk around a bit more instead of start a conversation. After what happened with the Mirrors he really didnâ€™t know what to say to her and had a feeling that she was against the idea of conversing even if that had not happened. Jeremy was not the kind of person to begin a conversation anyway but on the other hand he wasnâ€™t a fan of the silence. The cabin was warm by the silence just gave him the chills however he could not bring himself to do anything about it. He didnâ€™t trust her and he knew for a fact the feeling was and probably would always be mutual. It was perfectly alright with him, since he had no intentions of making friends anyway. He heaved a sigh and went back to the chair. Maybe he could get some more sleep instead, assuming this place would let him.<br/><br/>He could have sworn he felt eyes on him. There was someone there watching him; it was both unnerving and familiar and he couldnâ€™t place a finger on it. Maybe he didnâ€™t want to. Maybe he wasnâ€™t supposed to, and that thought was what seemed the most appealing. This whole place was nuts and was driving him nuts. He was going to go insane, he knew, so maybe he should just question everything and anything. No, as much as he wanted to do just that he knew better or else heâ€™d more than likely risk something else jumping out of his skeleton closet and trying to kill him. It made him shiver slightly, and he looked out the window himself, staring at the snow, hoping that this would be over soon.<br/><br/>When he finished the rest of his cigar, Jeremy figured what the hell and lit another one. If this was Hell he was going to smoke however much he wanted to relax himself even if he did have a bad cough because of it. Damn dry air.