Joe observed the damage, scratching his chin pensively. "Well," he said, carefully picking up the leg of the desk. "I assembled everything in my apartment and it was all from Ikea, and I've learned that nothing fixes a problem like a few nails and a hammer," he said proudly, reaching for the hammer that Mary had just tossed onto the couch. He hoisted the desk up and muttered, "Now, I can't promise it'll look the same as before, but it'll definitely function the same." He placed a nail ontop of the desk at a slight angle, and hammered it into place, the nail sliding through the wood in the table into the desk leg. The end of the nail jutted out of the leg, so he hammered that back until it was blunt and wouldn't kill anyone.<br/><br/>He checked to make sure his handiwork didn't look like utter shit and then said, "Well, I'm not sure how much weight you can put on it, but it should stand by itself now." He saw Aamu floating a little bit away from where he and Mary were, so he excused himself quickly. "Aamu, I need you to get into my apartment and grab some things for me," he requested and she replied with a swift nod. He gave her a little list and the address of his apartment, and a quick lesson on how to read apartment addresses and street names. She took off without a sound.<br/><br/>Hours passed, filled with Joe continuing to screw around with the desk and Aamu returning with his supplies. She was careful to deliver them to him without being seen by Mary. So, in a dark hallway, Joe carefully stuffed his belongings into a backpack before Mary could notice anything out of place. It was getting late, the Limbo kind of late, so Joe sought out Salem and asked, "Is everything ready? Do you have everything on Solomon's list?" he asked. He hadn't really helped much, but it wasn't Joe's house. He had no idea what he should or shouldn't touch, especially with Salem's sister around.