You’re a newly-fallen angel. Yeah, yeah, shit luck. Apparently asking too many questions to the wrong people could go pretty bad. but at least you’re in Soho, right? That’s where that one angel… uh, Aziraphale lives! He might help you. He’s got a demon friend, right?

So, you steel your nerves and knock on the bookshop door. it swings open after a few moments and Aziraphale looks vaguely shocked. you give a small, hesitant wave.

“Oh— oh my dear. Come in, come in. Are you alright?”