Jophiel flew down on the eastern wall of the Garden of Eden, where old vines crew over the cracks in the white brick. It had been a long time, he supposed, since anyone had been here. He spotted a flash of black, and a pale, owlish, reflective face of a familiar demon on the wall.

"Well, that went down like a led balloon," Jophiel remarked. He flapped his wings and touched down on the wall, tittering a little as he gained his footing.