Aziraphale was finally back on earth, finding themself near the bookshop he had owned, brushing the tips of his fingers across the door. It had been a long time since he came here, five decades, to be exact. He had been given a break from his Archangel duty, as he finally realized that the lights were still on inside of the building he owned.

So, adjusting his white bowtie and feeling the way his stomach knotted, hoping that Crowley would be inside, he finally opened the door and entered.