Salem completely froze up when he was called over. He didn't breathe, didn't blink, he may as well have turned into a friggin' statue when he heard his name being spoken by the other librarian. A multitude of thoughts were going through his head, mostly variants of<span style="font-style: italic">'I am fired and probably going to jail'</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">'I'm going to strangle Joe,'</span>with a bit of<span style="font-style: italic">'Maybe if I start running now they won't catch me.'</span>After a few moments of his profound still, he pushed his chair back and sat up, trying and miserably failing to look casual.<br/><br/>He made his way over to the desk, which Solomon decided to fly over to and land on. His eyes kept darting towards the small demon, who gave a shrug and peered around the computer's screen to see what was going on. He stared intently for a few moments, as if taking in information, before he shot a question at the boys. "What the hell is this thing?" He smacked his hand against the edge of the monitor, which caused it to wiggle a bit but didn't knock anything over.<br/><br/>Salem pursed his lips hard and shot Solomon a look that was screaming 'this is not the time.' With another shrug, the gargoyle took off and landed on the bookshelf next to the one Aamu was on, watching the events below unfold.