Onyx looked after the Professor, charging after and hearing that.  He gulped, "..Thats not good. I have no idea what happened either."  Onyx followed into the kitchen then froze, looking around, "..theres no one around?  Professor, if Baron isn't here, then does that mean this..house could have gotten him too?"<br/>Onyx looked around the house, "For how safe this house is, it's a certainty that I feel unhappy here."<br/><br/>Baron silently looked over the book, almost in tears at such a wonderful story.  He couldn't put it down.  His reverence to these types of old literature was enough to make him seem almost like a a mindless simple machine.  His eyes stayed hooked and there wasn't anything more in the world he wanted to do than read and read and read all the more.  The cool area kept him at ease.  Even the musty area kept him at ease since it was all the books.