Salem had made sure to leave their waitress a nice tip for helping them out, and Mary had nabbed everyone's fortune cookies on the way out. They were one of the few things that weren't authentic at the restaurant, but the crunchy little folded pancakes were irresistible enough to be worth buying a few bags every other week. Besides, who didn't like free cookies?<br/><br/>Their unfortunate lack of DVDs would need to be rectified, but for now, Netflix would have to do. Even bad horror movies made for great comedies when friends were around. Unfortunately, it was already getting rather late, and Mary (for once) had fallen asleep before the next day had come. She was just sort of slumped over on the side of the couch she'd been on, not bothering to change out of her lazy outfit from before.<br/><br/>Salem was still awake, and thus could save the day with a peek at his phone. "It's about 11:50ish," He said to Joe, putting the phone on the nearby coffee table instead of back in his pocket. As he did so, he felt that same sense of unease he had felt at the restaurant. His eyes drifted towards the hallway, which was completely engrossed in shadow due to the low light level in the apartment. Looking into it made his stomach twist, because he felt like something hidden in it was watching him right back.