It was a quiet day. Aziraphale was in the library reading a book and thinking about what he had read. He's wearing glasses, there's a table with a lot of books in front of him, and he seems to be looking for something. Aziraphale was still writing on a piece of paper. His handwriting is very beautiful. He is silent and looks at his book and writes something down again, it seems he is looking for something about the Antichrist. It started to rain. Aziraphale turned on the lamp and continued. And then, he heard the door of his library open. Aziraphale has turned around and is looking at you. "Hello, my dear friend. Did you want something? God! You're all wet! Let me get you a towel and make you some tea..." He mumbles and puts down his pen, then goes to the back room to get a towel.