"Apart from a fast miracle and a bit of prayer, I can't think of a faster way," Crowley admits. "Could try to run through the phone lines, but this is a network I'm not familiar with like I am the system of London."

He steps over to Aziraphale, lowering his hands to button up his waistcoat. They have all of the time in the world, as two immortal beings do. And no time at all, as two beings on the run do. How unfair life is to them both.

"We have the advantage that they can't see this place. We can."