After what had happened to him back there, Jeremy would be kidding himself if he said he didnâ€™t need a shower himself. He could mentally still feel little legs on him and skeletal fingers feeling him up. It made him sick and he did his best to push it to the back of his mind, hopefully where it would be forgotten. He sank back further against the chair and buried his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to calm down. It almost amazed him, how calm he was being, considering he was usually such a foul tempered man. Margo must have really changed him more than he thought and her not being around was starting to make that more and more evident. He wasnâ€™t sure whether to think of it as a relieving thing or something that would just bring about more nightmares, skeletons.<br/><br/>A deep, heavy sigh escaped him suddenly. Closing his eyes he actually dared to think about what he had seen and the events that had played out thus far. It was a painful thing but he managed to do it out of sheer determination, the desire to find out if his wife was alright. Not only that, but the strange intensity that was driving him to wonder if she was alright. After all had she not been in bed when he fell asleep? For some reason he felt there was something more to this. He looked at his phone wondering if it held any clues but there was nothing. Come to think of it the phone has been silent since the shed and he wasnâ€™t sure whether he should be relieved or terrified. Someone was obviously trying to fuck with him and they were doing a damn good job of it.<br/><br/>And what irritated him even more was the fact that there were no leads saying just who this person might be.<br/><br/>Jeremy almost felt like punching a wall or something but he let the thought pass without actually doing that. He kept his eyes closed for awhile before he began to feel a bit drowsy. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind; it didnâ€™t matter how much he slept he had a feeling this wouldnâ€™t end. When he woke up there would only be the cabinâ€™s scenery to greet him and the steady fall of snow just outside to bring him a false sense of comfort before the Mirrors in the trees smirked at him and grabbed him again. Was he right? Or maybe he would fall asleep and wake up from this horrible dream. Maybe Lia was also just a figment of his imagination as well. If she was, however, why wasnâ€™t she trying to kill him despite the terror in her eyes? Maybe she was the only â€˜realâ€™ thing left for him and he had a strange desire to cling to it.<br/><br/>He just wanted something to be real. Yes, his past memories are realâ€¦ and he reminded himself that the Mirrors could be harmed, but he just wanted some sense of hope. He didnâ€™t care how crazy or sick it seemed, he just wanted to find something that would get him out of this as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Eventually he felt his eyes grow heavy and he removed his hands from his face. He was half tempted to take his glasses off, like he had been in the shed, but the thought of not being able to see what was coming at him if something attacked once again unnerved him. No more spiders. No corpses. No Mirrors. He just wanted to sleep for a bit and that was all. Shifting to a more comfortable position in the char he allowed himself to be taken away by sleep.