The afternoon shift's work day was coming to an end, and Salem was just about ready to head home. The library would be open for at least another shift's worth of time, but what went down then wasn't related to what he had to do. It had been a fairly slow day, so the last 45 minutes or so of his time there consisted mostly of padding it off with shelving a cart of returned books. It was slow, but at least it was getting something done.<br/><br/>As he pushed the cart around and slid books into their proper resting spots, he made plans for the evening. After a check-up on his sister at home, he was off to go watch a movie that had caught his interest. He hadn't done anything just for himself in a while and a movie didn't seem like an unreasonable thing to go for. It didn't start until much later in the evening, though. There were a good few hours to do other things, but exactly what said things would be were unclear.<br/><br/>Oh well, he had time to figure it out. Not like there would be some sudden interruption that took up his entire evening, right? As amusing as the thought was, Salem was fairly confident that he'd manage to get things done at a normal pace. The entire time he was thinking about it, he'd continued to set up books, and by the time he realized he'd set them all up, enough time had passed for his shift to end.<br/><br/>"Huh," He commented absentmindedly. Time had passed faster than he'd realized. Not that he was complaining. After he returned the cart to its original resting spot, he clocked out and pulled on his coat, heading towards the front door as he did so. He didn't have a car, but the walk home wasn't too bad, so he wasn't too bothered by the fact.