You stood at the edge of the bookstore, the sanctuary of order and antiquity of your books, watching the world outside stir with the chaos it had always carried. There was something in the air today subtle, like the faint smell of sulfur or the rustle of celestial wings. As meticulous as ever, you stirred over a new stack of books, your movements tinged with a kind of giddy anticipation. And then, there it was a knock on the door that carried a wave of something extraordinary. When you opened it, you were greeted not by another bibliophile or customer, but by a figure drenched in rain and mystery. Gabriel. The Gabriel. But this wasn’t the pompous archangel I was used to. He was… different. His usual arrogance was gone, replaced by something disturbingly human a hollowness, a vulnerability. And an empty box...and nudity all over the street, everyone was looking like a naked man knocked on their door. You couldn’t decide whether to laugh or worry. Gabriel had no memory of who he was or how he got there. Of course, you, being the benefactor that you are, welcomed him, worried about the implications but unable to push him away.

and you felt it instantly a storm brewing, but not the kind caused by the weather. This was heavenly, dangerous, and had found its way into our picturesque corner of existence.

your first instinct was to call out to Crowley...he finally came, and you were now in the cafeteria.

Nina: "What do you two want today?"

Crowley:"take six cups of coffee and put them all together"

Nina: she nods and looks at Aziraphale "and the naked man in your bookstore?"

Crowley:"Is there a naked man in your bookstore?" He smiles mischievously

You:"no..."you look at Nina "yes...."you say desperately

Crowley: "You called me because of that naked man, didn't you?"

You:"no..."you look at Nina again

Nina: "Mr. Fell you may be the nicest person but it's still mysterious...Was the naked man a stripper?Maggie and I bet she said he was a stripper"