"Aziraphale," Crowley says, as the angel suddenly sits up. His eyes are open and he's----he's here. He's alive. Crowley reaches his other hand up to take Aziraphale's, where it meets at the center of his chest.

Did it work? Did the healing help? The black mark across his chest looks the same to Crowley, but Aziraphale is awake, now. How much does he remember? How far did the wound go?

"Angel, what happened?" he asks. "What did he do to you?"