"I hope I didn’t go too slowly for you, angel," Crowley says wryly, as he catches up with Aziraphale at the bandstand in Battersea Park."You... foul fiend," says Aziraphale, with…

It would be uncharitable of Crowley to think that, if St James’s Park was the final meeting place, he could have walked here from his flat... Aziraphale has put so…

Crowley pulls the collar of his jacket around his neck and scowls at the fact he slept through whatever England has had this year by way of summer. The leaves…

Bloody He- Somewhere, angel, this really is a magical mystery tour, Crowley thinks, as he hums Puttin’ on the Ritz under his breath. Doesn’t fit with the demonic countenance to…

A long, slow breath hisses from Crowley as he stands outside a near-deserted British Museum. He’s never seen it this quiet. He’s longed for it sometimes, in the summer months,…

Crowley pushes open the door to the pub, unsure whether he is more eager for the next clue or for a glass of red... Surely, surely, he must be close…

Outside the Globe, on the south bank of London’s River Thames, Crowley stands with his hands on his slender hips. Besides, he thinks, you waste the treasure of your time…

Crowley screws up his face – more antiquated technology, angel? – and moves towards Aziraphale’s rotary phone. It sits on his desk, by the sofa that Crowley is fond of…

As always and without question, Crowley’s usual parking space awaits him as he races up to the bookshop. Aziraphale has been busy, it seems, during lockdown; a fresh coat of…

Obviously, obviously, nothing is dearer to Crowley than his tea-drinking, sushi-loving, note-leaving angel. ObViOuSlY. But the Bentley comes a very close second. Another snap of his fingers brings snakeskin boots…

His plants. They wouldn’t have dared to even consider wilting during his nap... would they? Crowley glowers momentarily, before turning on his heel and heading in their direction. The plants…

Smile broadening, impossibly wider, Crowley slides out of bed, snapping his fingers as he does so to replace silk pyjamas with something more befitting of a... hunt. He rolls the…

"Awake the Snake," Crowley mumbles. "They’ll get ‘awake the snake’. This snake’s awake. Awake as a... very awake thing." He burrows impossibly further into the duvet, his actions belying the…