"They clapped palms and John dragged the other male off the snow with his good arm. Then they walked off into the night, side by side. It was almost, John reflected, as if they'd done this before-- Murhder started to whistle a cheery little tune, and John had to do a double take. After a silent laugh, John joined in, finding a perfect harmony: "Don't Worry, Be Happy." When Murhder started doing a hop'ita-skip'ita every third step, John Fred Astaire'd, too. Just two vampires, looking for the undead, ready to enjoy some good old-fashioned bloodshed. Besties."