Aziraphale dashes down the stairs and out the back door to the garden that Crowley has spent the last year trying to terrify into submission. Beneath the resplendent apple tree, there’s a box.
Wily serpent! A gift!
Picking up the lacquer box that looks astonishingly like one he remarked upon on a recent trip to the V&A, Aziraphale finds with dismay that it is locked. Underneath are two scruffy sheets of paper…
If it’s been a year since we decided to move in together, it’s also been a year since you set your quite frankly fiendish puzzle. Payback, retribution, call it what you will, Angel, but it’s happening. Right now. Demons never forget. We’re like…
right letter, wrong place