That was something he didnâ€™t need right now and it took him quite awhile to collect himself. He could hear that woman screaming at him, saying he was going to Hell for what he has done, and calling him a demon for his crimes. It has never bothered him before as much as it was now but then again this happened before he met Margo. He had felt like king of the world that day and he recalls beating that woman to be one of the most satisfying things to calm his anger towards losing a lot of money. When he was finished with her she was barely conscious and looked like she got hit by a truck, and he had left her there. It was unknown what had happened to the woman and quite frankly he didnâ€™t care at the time. Now he couldnâ€™t help but wonder if she had survived; maybe she was taking her revenge on him right now. It was possible and he wouldnâ€™t put it past it, but if that were the case then how the hell did she know where he lived or even his name?<br/><br/>Jeremy held his head for a moment and cringed, his hands shaking badly. He needed to calm down. He needed that cigar. Now. And he was half tempted to follow through with his previous thoughts and go after the woman for her pack of cigarettes again.<br/><br/>With a devilish smirk, he looked back to her. The smirk faded when he noticed she looked frozen, staring out into the lake. Had she seen what he had? No that had to be impossible, right? Those were his memories so there was no way she could have seen all of that right? In the way they had been displayed to him, playing like a projector movie, it might have been possible for her to have seen but she probably would have called him a monster like most people did when they discovered his crimes. Or she would have tried to kill him herself, revealing to be one of his enemies. But there was no hatred directed towards him in her eyes at least not now. She looked like she was going to cry even though no tears touched her face. He wondered if she had seen something in her past as well.<br/><br/>That gun was hanging awfully lose in her hands, he thought to himself, his deviousness taking over again once his eyes wandered to the weapon. If he were to grab her and take her cigarettes now, she wouldnâ€™t even know what hit her, and maybe she would even fall into the lake. She would call for help but he would be standing there watching her, saying â€˜thanks for the cigarettesâ€™ while he took a much needed drag. His plan played back in his mind in the same manner as the memory had, only to be once again replaced by the memory of what he had done to that newborn. The cries of both child and mother began to echo in his mind suddenly and he couldnâ€™t help but drop to his knees, willing to do almost anything to make it stop. It seemed to be getting louder, as if the woman was right next to him shouting in his ear.<br/><br/>He tried to shut it out, get it out of his head, but it was tormenting him. And thenâ€¦ it stopped. There was silence and he felt better. Jeremyâ€™s face was pale, almost in disbelief at what had happened. His hands were really shaking now and he felt extremely tense. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt another dry cough come up the back of his throat that he couldnâ€™t hold back. The combination of cold air and being a heavy smoker was not doing him any good in this situation at all. Looking back to the woman, he could tell she was still struggling as well.<br/><br/>And it was at that moment when his better, more gentleman, half got the best of him again. He got back to his feet and said hesitantly, â€œHow about we have ourselves another truce smoke and figure out just what the hell that was all about?â€