Kit smiled. "Aye, all right." She accepted John's hand, following as he continued his path around the garden, setting out at a lazier pace than before.

As usual, it felt as though there was much to be said but neither of them had much inclination to say it. As she took another drag on her cigarette, she considered breaking that trend, and yet, by the time her lips parted to speak, all she said was, "Talked to Crowley last night."