Crowley tapped his foot as he dialed Aziraphale. Something was wrong. He ought to think something was because the way Aziraphale snapped at him the last time they met. Aziraphale never yells. He never was too angry. Of course, the demon had a tendency to annoy the angel, but this was far past the irritation he'd usually cause.

Of course, it went to voice-mail. He groaned and slumped over as he leaned back in the chair. He got up soon after, though, and grabbed his keys to the Bentley.