It’s been months since the desperate goodbye kiss he and Crowley shared. Since Crowley denied Aziraphale’s offer to be an angel again. He had promised to make heaven better for Crowley, and now, he sat at his desk in the pure white office building. Alone.

Aziraphale picked up the pure white candlestick phone again, dialling Crowley’s number in the to send one of his many ignored pleas, pressing the phone head to his ear. Sending a message after the beep. “… Crowley?”