Solomon once again took to the air, since flying a few feet was faster than trying to walk after them with his pitifully small stride. "Let me be completely clear with you, none of this," He waved his hand towards the library, "Matters at all. Whatever you do during the daylight hours is much, much less important to your life than it was yesterday. What<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>matter is that you're going to be dragged back to our world tonight, and tomorrow, and every single night following. What we did, it made you stronger. You can't feel it now, it doesn't work when you're not in Limbo, but you'll be a hell of a lot more durable back home. And none of that matters at all if you don't know what to do with yourself." He landed and stood up straighter than normal.<br/><br/>"We're going to be teaching you some tricks. Nothing too exciting, just basic means of self defense. Things you can bring with you, to give yourself a bit of an edge while you're stuck with us." Along with needing to know how to actually fight, the boys would need some things to bring with them during the shifts. They obviously had the capacity to do so, since their clothes and 'weapons' had come in with them when the first shift occurred. And really, they'd be insane to turn down the possibility to have some extra goodies that could keep them alive in the other world.<br/><br/>Salem hadn't heard any of it yet, as he was too busy having a shitfit. He let his arms fall limply to his sides, and upon realizing that doing this was accomplishing nothing other than making people stare at him like the enormous freak he was, he decided to stop and instead turned to meet Joe and the demons. "Well," He started, pausing for a long while as he figured out what he was going to say next. He had nothing, so he just shrugged weakly. "Can we get out of here?"