Joe gave Mary a huge smile and kind of spread his arms out so he'd appear as open and as friendly as possible. "Oh, Mary... You're so kind and understanding. Don't hurt us, please," said Joe, chuckling nervously. "You see, we may have done a little thing at Salem's place of employment. And when I say we, I mean completely Salem, I just went along with it." At this point, Aamu was watching Joe explain himself poorly. She wasn't entirely sure what this Mary character would do, but she knew if Joe didn't get to the library soon there would be real trouble. She crawled over to a tiny cramped desk in the back of the room and placed her fourth claw on it. Like a cat, she toppled over the entire desk and it fell with a smash.<br/><br/>Joe jumped at the crashing sound of things breaking. "Shit on a shingle," he muttered, looking at Aamu knowingly. She kind of have a shrug with her shadowy shoulders and looked at the mess she'd made. She turned her head apologetically, the mask flushing a shade of dark blue with lighter blue spirals. "It sounded like you were going to be in some sort of mess, so I made a mess. You two should fix whatever kind of trouble you're in while she salvages her belongings," she said, emotionless.<br/><br/>Joe looked at Salem, then at the mess, and then to Mary. "Look, uh, sorry about your desk but I'll explain everything later when Salem and I get back from fixing stuff." With that, he left the bedroom and scurried past the family room and to the front door of the apartment, shrugging on his backpack and throwing his knife into it. He noticed the knife still had Aamu's oily blood on it. He could see it reflect the light, shimmering as he closed his backpack. He grabbed the door knob and opened the front door, hoping Salem would just go along with it.