Once more he accepted the cigarette with no hesitation and immediately lit it. God he was craving a cigar so bad but cigarettes were all he had now and beggars canâ€™t be choosers. She was nice enough to provide them to him anywayâ€¦ she could very well spit at him and say no, which was what he would have expected at first in all honesty, then he probably would have gone off. He was in no way calm about this situation, not after that, there was no way anyone could have been after that. Jeremy sighed and took another drag from the cigarette looking at the sky for a moment. His heart was still racing and he was still shaking; that would probably last for awhile. Calming down was difficult without the proper tobacco and his wife by his side to soothe him. He wouldnâ€™t lie, that had caught him off guard and scared the hell out of him. Something, call it a gut feeling, told him that he was about to face much worse than that. It officially made him wonder just what kind of sick hell was thisâ€¦<br/><br/>That was a good question: was this forest actually Hell, and they were both dead?<br/><br/>Well if this was Hell then it probably has frozen over, but at least there were cigarettes, he told himself with a light chuckle as he took another drag from his cigarette. He has always expected Hell to be a lonely place where the Devil tells you youâ€™re a worthless piece of shit that didnâ€™t deserve to live in the first place before roasting you over a fire. Never once did he expect Hell to have truly frozen over. Heh, at least there was company, he told himself again, looking to the girl. Judging from the blood now on her wrist he assumed her to be a cutter; his eyes followed the blood drops for but a moment. He raised an eyebrow at the sight. Wonderful. He hoped that she didnâ€™t come with all the drama cutters usually came withâ€¦ then again with all the skeletons he has in his closet he really had no room to talk.<br/><br/>He looked back into her eyes, â€œDidnâ€™t exactly see butterflies and birds frolicking about in the fields in that little vision, thatâ€™s for sure.â€ It was hard not to look back to the lake while he wondered what else it might dig up and show him. Jeremy was not about to tell anyone what he had seen and probably never would. Some things were just left in the dark, dead, and forgotten. And whatever the hell was digging all these things up was going to pay dearly. He was going to make damn sure of that. A frustrated breath had to be expelled again before he could continue, lest he really did take his anger out on her. He needed her. The phone said he needed her, right? Plus she had cigarettesâ€¦ It always came back to those damned cigarettes.<br/><br/>Speaking of phone, he was half expecting it to go off again, but nothing came. That was a bit of a relief but at the same time it put him on edge. Just who was running this show?<br/><br/>â€œThis forest is definitely one bloody strange place, getting into my mind like it had. Makes me wonder if escape is even possible; call me crazy, but it almost makes me feel like I'm trapped here." Shining the flashlight around a bit more and tightening his grp on his own gun, Jeremy looked at his surroundings  again while doing his best to avoid that horrifying and demonic lake.  It was becoming more and more unnerving as he glanced around and he decided to just focus on the woman in front of him, taking one final drag to finish off his cigarette before tossing the butt on the ground.