Joe was standing in the middle of the cobblestone street, having arrived a few seconds prior to Salem. He had scrambled out of the alley and into the street, and was still holding his knife. When he heard Salem's footsteps, Joe flipped around to face the alley where he had come from, and flashed the knife in a less than threatening way. "Oh, Salem," he said, incredibly relieved. Even though it was dark, Joe was still able to make out the familiar silhouette of his friend. He relaxed, flipping the knife back so it would cut him, and he stuffed it into his pocket. "Dude, I thought I was going to die," he said, panting. Even though he was glad he was alive, Salem and Joe weren't in the clear yet.<br/><br/>"Where are we?" Joe knew it was a stupid question, but he blurted it out anyway. He looked pained. It was hard to see, and everything around them looked like it came out of a Tim Burton movie. He looked at the pitch dark sky and the fact that none of the street lamps were lit. Even if they were in a different city, what the hell kind of backwards place did light their street lamps? Where had they gone, anyway? They had just been absorbed by some terrible darkness with absolutely no form of justification or explanation.<br/><br/>Joe turned around to look at the huge cathedral in the distance. Besides that, it seemed to him to look like your average, old-style Gothic town. Kinda dark, especially because the sky just seemed to not give off any light. Kind of like that new fabric in Britain they'd just discovered that actually absorbed light instead of let it out. Regardless, Joe was just glad he could see Salem. For a moment he thought he'd be here all alone.