"I think we should move forward," Crowley says, very seriously. Not just because the idea of retracing his steps sounds terrible. He hates the idea of going back to wherever the people who are chasing them are. They need to get to the place he's set up. The safe place. The place where he and Aziraphale can truly rest. If they even can rest right now.

No taxis. He considers the option of calling an Uber, but worries about that being traced. His side was never very good with technology, but Aziraphale's?

"We need a place to regroup," he says. "Let's----" Where, though?