Mary had mostly just done what she could to help Joe fix the desk, not really minding that it wouldn't look too great or that it couldn't hold as much of her bullshit on the top. That's what the bookcase was for. Also for books, but she could only fit so many in there. When Joe went off to talk to Aamu, Mary remained by the desk and tested the strength of the leg's repair job by taking hold of it and trying to wiggle it around a bit. It didn't move, so she carefully nudged the thing back to its wooden feet. After it was up, she backed up and raised her hands proactively, in case it collapsed. It didn't, so she instead pushed it back to its resting place against the wall.<br/><br/>While she was doing that, Salem pushed everything he had in the house, as well as whatever was needed that he obtained from nearby shops, towards the hallway. "As much as I could find, yeah. The closest thing to a silver blade I managed to get was this," He mumbled, pulling a pair of fancy-looking butter knives from the pile of crap he was nudging along. "Not the sharpest thing, but hey. Silver." It would hopefully do a decent job in its basic form, but if not, there was always the possibility of turning them into prison-tier shivs.<br/><br/>He put them back in the duffle bag of demon-slaying equipment as the clock neared midnight, backing towards the hallway as it grew closer. When it came, the darkness in the hall returned, and Salem backed up into it. The shadows did their previously-done creepy grabby thing, but it was much less violent now that he went in willingly. More of a guiding embrace, which was still creepy as fuck. His vision was covered in blackness for a few moments, until he was released by the shadows inside Limbo. He ended up back in Solomon's library, where the demon's inactive body was resting on a shelf, encased in stone. Once Salem was through, the stone faded away, and he stretched his limbs.