The telephone rang, and Aziraphale looked perplexed as he picked it up. “This is the bookshop of A.Z co. And I’m afraid we’re quite closed.”, he said politely.

There was no response on the other side except for a small noise. It sounded like.. a child. For some odd reason.

“…Hello?”, he said slowly. Confused as to what that noise was and why there was no response.

After a moment or two, you responded.—