Where is that man? the angel huffed to himself as he started down the basement steps. Aziraphale hadn't seen John... well, it seemed ages, but it was closer to a week or so. After the last time he'd gone for more than a week without seeing John, well... Perhaps his worry was not so farfetched.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely noticed the confident redhead striding past him, until she was right next to him, and the angel realized that War was grinning.

Never good.

"Er, hello?"