Lia finally had enough of fighting to keep the door shut. She aimed her gun and fired twice, the bullets ripping through the door. The thudding from the other side of the door stopped and blood soon was pooling from underneath the door, towards Lia's sneakers, soaking them instantly. She snarled and stepped out of it, then waited for the blood to stop flowing. It continued to slip across the wooden floors, to much for the corpse Lia had shot. The young woman screamed in frustration, anger, fear. She was about to bolt for the stairs, when she ran into Jeremy. With a yelp, she stepped back, gun pointed at Jeremy, eyes wide in terror, her sense lost in memories. After a few seconds, she lowered her gun, breathing hard for a few seconds before glancing back at the blood. The blood was gone. She swore and glanced back at Jeremy, taking another step back before meeting his eyes.<br/><br/>"The...saw something..." She said softly, hoping that was good enough of an explanation for the man. He knew what things were capable of showing themselves, memories long hidden away and forgotten. Or at least, they had been.<br/><br/>Her black hung around her face and in front of her eyes as she still panted softly for breath, eyes wide, body trembling slightly. She wanted to look around if there was any more memories projected out, but also didn't want to look and have one of them be there for her to see.