Jameson hesitantly followed Will into his room, having second thoughts about joining the hunt.

"Look, Will, I can't do this. I am an actor, not a hunter." Jameson told the dark haired male as he backed out, walking down the hall to leave and find a cab to take him home.

"Were."

Jameson paused mid-stride halfway down the hall, turning back to look at Will with a confused frown.

"You were an actor." Will corrected him.

"You see, I know all about you. You made one silent film, then you have never been hired again. You were left to live off of the money your rich actress wife left you before she died in an alley robbery." Will continued, watching Jameson's reaction carefully.

"And from what I've heard," Will remarked as he sauntered towards the stunned former actor.

"Your luck is running out Irishman."

"How do you know all that?" Jameson demanded in a low threatening tone, bravely stepping towards Will to glare him in the face.

"I learned a thing or two from a detective my friend Damien knows." Will answered casually, unaffected by the death glare Jameson was shooting him.

"You're a fucking psycho." Jameson growled.

"I know." Will replied with an insane grin.

"Now, about the hunt..." Will trailed off, waiting for Jameson's response.

"I'll find something else." Jameson decided firmly.

"What will you find? No business is looking for more employees! The only other thing you can find is yourself in cardboard box to live on the streets." Will pointed out.

Jameson hesitated as he glanced between his escape and his possible death, unsure of which route to take since both would lead to an unpleasant fate.

"Fine." Jameson huffed in defeat, reluctantly following Will back inside after casting one last glance behind him, wishing he had more options he could take.