Jill sat angrily at her old wooden table. It was the only thing she'd kept when she'd separated from John; only because it was supposedly a family heirloom of hers. It didn't mean anything to her, it only brought back bitter sweet memories. Jill had just got home from being interrogated by an angry man by the name of Agent Strahm. At first he was just an intrusive bastard, then suddenly he completely flew off the handle and blew up in her face. Something must have happened between that short time period... something bad. She wondered how much John had to do with all this. The last she heard about him was that he was on his death bed. She was so tired of it all; John, Jigsaw - whoever he was now. Why'd he leave her...? She tried not to think those thoughts again, she'd been through it many times before. Before everything fell apart, before Gideon was lost... was he really so unhappy? Everything had seemed so content and normal, they had had their future planned out. That one night, that one, stupid night... and everything they'd built came crashing down. But that wasn't even the start of it; the aftershock was the worst part. He became a murderer; a psychopath, a serial killer... a monster. And now, his estranged wife is being blamed for his stupid, lethal mistakes. She flipped through old newspapers, sighing.
'JIGSAW' TEACHES SICK LIFE LESSONS
She sneered at the headline. What lessons? What philosophy? He's just a sick, masochistic old man. How could they think she'd ever be apart of this? No, Jill would never be a part of anything in John's life. She didn't even care if he died tonight! She hissed at herself for contemplating all this and tried to resume making dinner.
"Hey, what do you want to eat tonight?" She yelled into the living room.
"Anything you make's fine, dear." Her husband chimed, not looking away from the TV screen once.
As usual. He was a good guy and she loved him, but he should really put limits on how many sports shows he views a day. She knew her homemade lasagna was his favorite, so she got started on it. It used to be John's favorite, too...
She cursed herself again for thinking such things. While she was waiting on the lasagna to cook, she peered into the living room and watched her husband eagerly watching whatever game it was. She loved him, she really did - maybe even more than John. But, no one could be like John... he was different. Of course, that part of John was dead. Somehow it slipped away... without notice, to leave her there in sorrow. Everyday John would pop into her head, she couldn't help it. He wasn't something you could erase or easily forget, but every day he seemed more distant than before. The oven timer went off and broke her train of thought. She put on oven mitts and took the lasagna out carefully.
"Dinner's ready!" Jill said, just loud enough to grab her husband's attention.
He came over and sat down at the dinner table, awaiting his wife's masterpiece. Jill set their plates down and they began to eat.
"This is lovely, Jill. So, anything new?" He said casually.
Jill paused before answering. "Same old, same old."