Staring at the Mirror of himself, Jeremyâ€™s hands were shaking again, the gun in his hands unsteady as he kept it aimed at the image. It just stood there taunting him as it continued to mimick his movements with ease almost like it was daring him to shoot it again. The thought was tempting but somehow he was able to keep himself from doing it. He blew out a breath to calm himself, the Mirror did the same. It felt so unnervingly strange that he wasnâ€™t sure whether or not he wanted to shoot again or whether he should just walk away. But walking away would be too easy, he reminded himself. And he knew he could not just shoot himself either. He had tried that before and it only came back to haunt him again and who knows what might come out at him next. Honestly he would rather not think about it, and looking at Liaâ€™s current state that was a note to get out of here.<br/><br/>What was happening to her made him shudder a bit and he looked away for a moment, back to his Mirror self. It was still standing there but the look in its eyes was different than before. It was amused. Did it enjoy what was happening to Lia? Jeremy shook his head and growled under his breath, mostly because he knew a part of those thought were true. This was his Mirror image after all, and he could not deny his thoughtsâ€¦ of course he did everything in his power to block them out but still. Hopefully she had not seen all of that. As much as he knew he wouldnâ€™t really care he did not want something like that getting out to the rest of the world. If she told another living soul what she had seen he would have to burn her alive as well and perhaps spill her little secrets before he did so.<br/><br/>His eyes moved away from the Mirror to follow where she was headed; with his shitty eyesight he could barely make out the outline of the cabin but his mind seemed to register what it was. Turning back to the mirror for a moment, he found it was gone, and once more all that remained was a blood stain. He shuddered again and slowly followed Lia to the cabin. At least it was somewhere out of the snow that would probably be warmer.<br/><br/>A small part of him wanted to feel bad for her not having anything warm to cover her but he decided long ago that he wasnâ€™t giving up his coat despite having a long sleeved shirt on underneath. He shivered and wrapped his coat around him more, feeling the wind pick up again. This was all so strange and he really, really wanted to get back home and crawl back into bed with Margo, have her soothe him, make him realize that this was all just a dream. Maybe this really was Hell and he was finally being punished for everything that he has done even though he has turned over a new leafâ€¦ sort ofâ€¦ Ok maybe he hasnâ€™t really completely turned over a new leaf since heâ€™s met Margo but still. He was going to murder whoever was setting him up. That was the only thing on his mind right now aside from Margoâ€™s safety.<br/><br/>The cabin was larger than he had expected but he decided it was nice. With his poor eyesight and the lack of lighting, even with the light of the flashlight, he could still only make out certain details but he could tell inside was furnished. It looked like older, worn out furniture that nevertheless matched the place nicely. It was also definitely warmer in here though he found it somewhat odd since it didnâ€™t look like there was any electricity hooked up to the place in general. What disturbed him more was the fact that this cabin looked completelyâ€¦ normal over all.