"Honey, I'm hoooome!" called Joe, passing Salem and looking around his apartment. They had a pretty nice living space, even though there wasn't much space to live in. "And I bought the milk, too, just like you asked," he added, as an afterthought, curiously turning the corner in Salem's house. He realized that he didn't go here very often, so he had absolutely no idea where Mary lived in the house. "Uh, I'll let you find her," he said to Salem, walking back into the first area of the house where he had entered.<br/><br/>He could hear his stomach growling, which meant he was pretty sure other people could too. He grabbed his stomach and shot a pained expression at Salem and called after him, "Hurry, too! I'm positively famished." Because his legs were tired from only walking 10 minutes, Joe found a comfy wall and slouched against the wall, turning his head back so it bumped the wall right where he'd bumped his head before. "Agh, dammit," he cursed, rubbing his head again. He looked down at the shadow he was casting.<br/><br/>"Erg, seeing double," he muttered, pressing the space between his nose and his eyes with a few fingers. He shook his head, trying to get some of the dizziness of the impact to go away so he could not be seeing duplicates of Salem's place. When his vision returned to normal, he looked down at his shadow again. There were two things he realized. One of them was that he wasn't seeing double. The second one was that he only had one shadow, and the other one was terrible and definitely not his. He stood up immediately, frantically backing away from the long, roiling shadow. But as soon as he saw it, it had vanished from sight. "Salem, I think I have a concussion," he whined to Salem regardless of whether he was in the room; Joe was loud enough to be heard from anywhere, feeling the bump forming on his head. "Like a really big concussion."