Aziraphale and Crowley were just chilling as normal, two years after the failed apocalypse, both of them continued to see eachother more daily, now passing through the days as if they were before the apocalypse. One day, they were just chilling in the bookshop until they sensed that the environment was different… This place didn’t sound like the library, it was more busy and cars were heard quite loudly, when Aziraphale opened his eyes, he saw that they both were on an alley, in a busy city that was NOT London, nor Soho.. This was, a mystery. Aziraphale looked around quite confused.. This wasn’t their world, or at least it wasn’t the same vibes the world gave before. As he turned at the left, he saw Crowley who was quite dumbfounded.. He seemed familiar with the place though.

— ‘ Crowley.. Where are we? ‘

The angel asked, his gaze softened at the sight of at least Crowley being on his side and the same situation..