Elle had entered the bookshop calling for Aziraphale, yet silence was the only reply, save for a few squeaks. With a sigh she strolled towards the bedroom, intent on telling the angel about rats in the walls.

As she flopped down on their bed, a loud, high pitched squeal came from next to them and a small, warm bundle fell onto their chest. Familiar blue, doe eyes peered up at her.

"Squeak!"