Joe slung his backpack over his shoulder and followed Salem into Limbo. His carried weight had increased significantly with all the new junk Aamu had brought him from his house. Even though while he was traveling he couldn't see anything, he wasn't quite as scared as he had been the night before. He was prepared (sort of) this time. He entered next to Salem in the library that they had left previously. His backpack felt notably lighter than it had before he'd left, and he shifted it uncomfortably on his back.<br/><br/>Aamu slipped through the ceiling, solidifying in a shapeless heap on the ground next to the two boys. She rolled around experimentally before hopping on all sixes. The mask reformed on her face, shining bright red with darker stripes. She nudged the corners of the room with her face before concluding, "Someone's coming." Joe shot her a confused glance, and she replied by rearing up behind them.<br/><br/>A loud, clattering noise was heard from outside and Joe nearly jumped out of his skin. He made a noise that supposedly was supposed to be English but sounded nothing like it. He looked wearily towards the door, backing into Aamu, who, by the way, was surprisingly squishy. Joe was sort of relieved when a muscular blonde opened the door, but then was terrified again when he noticed the giant fiery hellhorse behind her. Showing themselves wasn't hard. Joe was there, and so was Aamu, and Salem and Solomon were somewhere closeby. Aamu's normally wide-eyes became slits, and the colors on her mask deepened. She lashed her tail and Joe stood in stunned silence.