When Solomon gestured to Aamu, she dipped her huge head respectfully. She eyed the boys curiously. Both looked varying degrees of shocked, except the blond one was looking around everywhere. She wasn't surprised when Solomon snapped at him, because in all honestly he was being a very rude audience member. The fat one, on the other hand, just looked kind of like he was constipated. Though she assumed that was just his concentration face.<br/><br/>Joe didn't realize that Salem had been looking at him. He seemed absorbed in Solomon's explanation, taking every detail into account. He did, however, glare at Salem when he realized that his friend wasn't paying attention. Joe waited quietly for Solomon to finish speaking. "So, let me get this one thing straight," he began, pacing back and forth a little bit. He stopped briefly and raised one hand in an inquisitive gesture. "Are we dead? We're not dead, are we? Isn't limbo like a coma thing?"<br/><br/>The shadow curled her neck and craned forward so that she was face to face with Joe. She seemed almost incredulous. "No, smart one, you're very much alive. Limbo is the place you're in now. You're not in literal limbo," Aamu answered slowly, shooting Solomon a look that more or less meant, 'is this guy for real'. She shook her head slowly and tried to explain again as best she could. However, she wasn't half as clear as Solomon was, and it more or less left Joe even more confused than he had been.<br/><br/>"Okay, I have one more question," Joe admitted. "You said new blood? Are we the new blood? Because I don't think we have the sort of expertise to deal with your problem." He sort of slumped over a little bit, some of the residual shock from the prior events wearing off.