John Cena kissed Walter White. It was a long, tender kiss, and the two men lay quiet for some time afterward on their blankets; but at last they rose, shaking out the sleeping-bags which were bulging with the accumulated night's rain. The wind had blown in from nowhere during the night, and now blew through the trees of the forest like an angry ghost. Through the thin air it howled like a wolf or demon, and as John Cena whistled softly to himself he heard that howl repeated over and over again.