The yelling did indeed wake Mary up, who gave a very annoyed-sounding groan. "Joooooe. Shut uuuup," She whined, not lifting her face from the pillow it was buried in. She hadn't heard the previous mention of Aamu, so her existence would remain a complete mystery to Mary. After a few seconds of discontent wake, she rolled off the couch and flopped onto the floor, jolting herself just enough to give her the motivation to stand up and remain awake. The pillow she was using was casually tossed back onto the couch, and she walked in a very zombie-like manner to the bedroom the boys were at.<br/><br/>Salem, atop the bed, was caught off-guard by Joe's sudden and merciless shaking. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He yelled, crawling towards the edge of the bed and its attached ladder. His attempts to climb down got him maybe halfway to the floor, and a missed rung led to him falling off and landing on his ass. He was thankful he didn't have downstairs neighbors. "Gah fuck calm down. We'll be fine," He reassured Joe, standing up. He turned to see Mary standing in the doorframe, giving both of them a very discontent look.<br/><br/>"What did you do?" She asked, crossing her arms loosely beneath her chest. She spoke in a stern, no-nonsense tone of voice. Solomon, who had been reading a book when she came in, set the novel down so it wouldn't appear to be floating in mid-air.<br/><br/>Salem stood with his mouth agape for a moment, trying to think of a good excuse. By the time he did, and barely sputtered out a "Well," Mary interrupted him and asked the question again, directing it at Joe this time.