When the woman mentioned the storm was gone, he listened for a moment to confirm before he slowly nodded and stood up to peer outside. From the looks of thing, it was still night time, which made him assume that neither of them had gotten much sleep. He blew out a frustrated breath before he went to open the door to go outside. Shining the flashlight around a bit, he looked around cautiously before he opened the door all the way, half expecting someone or something to be staring back at him or grab him the moment he exited. The snow fell rather lightly now, just barely snowing enough to lay on the ground, which brought up another odd thing. The snow had been heavy enough earlier that it should have piled up, but instead it seemed to be the same amount from when he had first woke up in the forest and their tracks were still there, leading to the shed.<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow slightly almost as if he was about to question such a thing. But then decided he didnâ€™t want to think much more of it, just accepting it as it was even if it was odd, and sighed. What good was gawking going to do? He sure as hell wasnâ€™t going to just stand around and do nothing. Margo had to be out there somewhere even if he was having doubts of her capture; he knew she just had to be out there in this forest somewhere. Whoever came for him would have wished harm on Margo as well just for being his wife. Quite a few people came to mind that would do that, actually. He pictured their faces clearly, and what he was going to do to those faces whenever he got out of this mess and got his hands on them. It brought a smirk to his lips. However, once again, standing around was not going to get him out of this any time soon.<br/><br/>â€œMy plans,â€ Jeremy replied, â€œare to get the hell out of here, same as yours. If this is just a forest then eventually Iâ€™ll find my way out of here.â€ He was rather selfish himself, and so he caught onto her attempt not to be selfish right away. It takes one to know one as they say. He just brushed it off with a shrug and a hoarse sigh. â€œI donâ€™t know about you, but the message on the phone said we should work together. Might be wise to do that,â€ he added with a bit of a smile before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the other half of that cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. That was another reason he wanted to stick with her despite his suspicions. She had cigarettes, he seemed to be missing his cigars, and he needed that tobacco fix to keep calm especially in a situation like this where he was doing his best not to inflict harm on the nearest human being.<br/><br/>And letâ€™s face it: Jeremy doesnâ€™t like people, heâ€™s made that somewhat obvious, and the only reason he was even agreeing to help her if she wished to stick together was because it would probably benefit him in the long run.<br/><br/>Not even waiting for her to answer, deciding that if she wanted to take him up on the offer to stick together she would follow him, Jeremy threw the now finished cigarette butt on the ground and went back into the cold. Though it was not nearly as strong as it had been previously the wind was still there, subtly ticking the back of his neck, immediately sending another shiver down his spine. He was really starting to hate the cold and winter in general but he had to push that aside for now. If the storm picked up again he could probably just head back to the shed, assuming he didnâ€™t get lost, until everything was calm and then continue on his way. He wondered if there were any other shelters in the forest; this one did seem rather out of place so it was a possibility. Maybe there really were others out here aside from them, who knew, but he kept pushing forward.<br/><br/>That was the only way to find answers, after all.