For quite a while Jeremy was just silent as he took in another deep breath. She was right about these images becoming more and more vivid with each encounter and it was becoming increasingly unsettling that much was certain. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered slightly. Was it possible that they were both slowly losing their sanity? As much as he didnâ€™t want to think about it the more it rang true, those damn visions were proof werenâ€™t they? Then again how the hell did it explain those Mirrors outside? It always seemed to go back to those damned Mirrors and perhaps that lake as well. And speaking of lake he noticed that his foot, which had been nearly soaked, was fine now. No threat of hyperthermia present much to his relief however it left him worried. Should he be relieved that he wasnâ€™t going to have a frozen foot or worried that he really did in fact die?<br/><br/>Nothing was making sense. Leaning against the wall he buried his face in his hands again and placed himself in a state of deep thought once again. He found himself doing a lot of thinking during this and it almost scared him. Deep thinking didnâ€™t suit someone like him; heâ€™d rather just act without much thought most days, usually out of anger whenever someone pissed him off. On the other hand it did give him something to, possibly, keep him sane. On the outside he appeared to be somewhat calm but on the inside he was a mess. There was a alot of anger and rage built up towards whoever had sent him here, he wanted to make them pay, and he was also still worried about Margo. Factor in having witnessed his own death and live through it that alone was enough to make someone look at this situation and say â€˜what the fuckâ€™.<br/><br/>Liaâ€™s yelling made him jump a little, his hand tightening around his gun. There was someone outside? This was interestingâ€¦ and they seemed to like to take pictures as well from what she told him. Jeremy checked his phone only to find there was still nothing. He wasnâ€™t sure whether he should be relieved or horrified about this situation but took it with a grain of salt and assumed he was in the clear for the time being. Yeah, at least for the time being, until something jumped out of his closet again andâ€¦ killed himâ€¦ He still wasnâ€™t sure whether or not he was alive or dead even if all signs pointed to him being alive; he had a heartbeat and he was breathing.<br/><br/>â€œWell, if weâ€™ve got some pervert Peeping Tom looking at naked women letâ€™s have a look, shall we? I think itâ€™s about time we find the bastard and give him a piece of our minds.â€ He chuckled and gestured down the stairs with his gun, smirking slightly, liking the idea of finding the little shit behind all this. Even if he tried to hide the look on his face he really didnâ€™t want to be in here any longer anyway. Lord only knows what horrible things a horrible and bad man like Jeremy Vallen had hidden in his closet, but that was needless to say and perhaps already established at this point. Even then there were things that surprised him. Those were what worried him the most. Hopefully whoever was there was still lingering, and then he would just have to take out some of that frustration heâ€™s been feeling.<br/><br/>Oh how he hoped they were still thereâ€¦ Someone was going to pay, come hell or high water.