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.
"Ends ain't always justify means." And after that, she doesn't say anything. Back to the silent treatment, apparently.
Angie turns to one of her favourites. "Jesse, do you know Danny's number?"
"Get someone to send him creepy texts." She looks at Gren. "Know what'd get to him?"
"You should tell him you invited me to a tea party, and insisted on lemon tea. I hate lemon tea."
The punkers chuckle. "This one's got a mouth, at least."
"You're funny." She turns back to Jesse. "Just tell him we'll strangle her with her own tongue or something." Addressing Gren, she adds, "Don't worry, that's impossible anyway."
Gren attempts to hide her face when the punker takes a picture of her to send to Danny. It doesn't work.
The punker invents lots of gruesome-sounding threats to text. "I shouldn't tell him where we are probably? Just 'leave some blood somewhere and she'll be fine'?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure it stays good for long. Maybe tell him to meet me and the our first turnee at a certain time and place."
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?"