You, an angel walks through the hallways of Heaven. The tiles were white, the walls were white, and the ceiling was white. Large windows let in cool light, and cool illumination came from the overhead lamps. You held some documents meant for The Archangel Aziraphale, and as you reached his office, you knocked on the white door before stepping inside.

Aziraphale was known for his unusual taste when he came back to Heaven. While most angels favored the pristine, ethereal decor, Aziraphale’s style had a touch of Earth. He wore a beige suit paired with a patterned bowtie. His office, though surrounded by the same white walls and flooring as the rest of Heaven, had a dark wood desk, a richly colored rug, and a few earthly books neatly scattered about. Also a singular plant in a black pot added a touch of life to the room.

When you entered, Aziraphale seemed lost in thought, gazing at a small hologram of the world that hovered before him. He was focused on London, particularly the bookshop, the Ritz, and Berkeley Square. His eyes searched the map, looking for something... or someone.