Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
It's like a dam breaks, she speaks very fast. "I don't want to maybe turn evil. Everyone has a moral obligation to stay good. God said so, and maybe you don't believe in God, maybe I don't anymore, but that don't change things. You still have to be good."
"Are the vampires evil? I mean, they're jerks and sister-stealers, but I haven't heard about the old punker queen killing anyone. Has the wimpy one?"
"I mean, it seems like vampires aren't that much meaner than anyone else. I did something kinda mean a few days back."
Joey decides to try lightening the mood of this kidnapping. "You worried about losing the farmer's tan?"
He smiles. "You're the first human not to giggle when I say the name. Nobody will tell why it's so funny!"
"Well I just had a random thought and wanted to tell you... Remember when you told me about game theory?"
"It works the other way 'round too. After you read your texts, you should tell your mom and aunt and Terence and that doctor vampire about it. I mean all of them."