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

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

"Squeak!"

No. There's no way.