Getting ready for work, Tara finds an envelope of cash in her cubby in Sam's office, and quickly runs out to the bar to ask him WTF it's doing there. He slices his night's limes quietly and tells her to drop it, they'll talk about it after work. And then it's him that runs, back to his office, to hide from it all, and Tara -- bewildered by all of this, because honestly -- takes over lime-slicing duty.

Bill delights in the sunlight, pulling his golf club back and smacking the ball hard, for a hole in one. He's playing Wii, all alone with a projection screen, when the doorbell rings. Clamping down his joy and turning it off, he heads to the window by the door. His head hangs low a moment before he answers. Eric is huge, staring down at him from the door, with Pam and somebody else that looks like Otho from Beetlejuice. That's Chow, Long Shadow's replacement. Bill goes, "Oh." Then they all stand around totally awkwardly for awhile before Bill's like, "Incidentally, the horrible thing that happens because I killed that douche, that's still happening? You couldn't find a workaround by any chance?" Eric's all, "I didn't even try."

And Pam -- here's what she's wearing by the way, an adorable trenchcoat and sunglasses on her head, which are like the only thing a vampire absolutely will never ever need, because it's Halloween every day because she is the very greatest of all vampires -- giggles, just completely tickled by Eric as always. Bill asks her how she likes it up Eric's ass, and she's like, "It is so awesome up Eric's ass! In fact, I say give it a shot. Ya douchebag!" Bill's like, "Well, now that Malcolm's dead I'll consider it, but not until Sookie dumps me for being a paternalistic creep. Meantime, can we go visit her before the horrible thing that's going to happen?" Pam's like, "Awesome, we can check out the total tragedy that is Merlotte's Bar & Grill," and Eric totally goes, "Yes indeedy!" Chow asks what Wii game Bill was playing, as though you can't tell just by looking at him, and says his best score at Imaginary Pebble Beach is eleven imaginary strokes under imaginary par, which is four better than Bill, so Bill's all, "I liked Long Shadow better." But I'll tell you this much: much like almost anything or anyone I've ever personally seen, Otho's easier on the eyes than Long Shadow to such a degree that he's kinda hot.