Joe crawled out of the chair and got to his feet. He heard Aamu's reverberating voice coming from upstairs. "No! Aamu! Just because I tell you to go away doesn't mean you can go and bother Salem!" he hissed, his voice barely more than an angry whisper. Aamu heard Joe and poked her head through the ceiling, turning it in a 360 like an owl would. She reapproached Joe, and this time he didn't complain whether she hovered. She had problems fitting herself into a room so small, and some parts of her body seemed to cut into the walls and disappear into them.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Joe remembered something very important that should've been dealt with the night before. "Salem!" he called, not really worried about waking Mary up anymore. He stormed upstair, Aamu in quiet pursuit. He barged into Salem's bedroom and grabbed one of the support posts of the bunk bed and gave it a killer shake. The bunk rattled precariously. "Wake up, Salem! We left the bad rap in the library all night!" he reminded him, his voice high with worry.<br/><br/>Aamu cocked her head, confused. "Bad rap?" she asked, observing the bunk shake like there was a category 8 earthquake. Joe released the bunk bed and kind of cupped his face in his hands. "It's something, there's a computer. Which is-- whatever. The point is I did something very illegal and it should've been taken care of last night and it wasn't because I was going to remember before I got sucked into the fucking shadow realm. Shit, we're gonna get arrested. We gotta go now!" Joe exclaimed desperately.