Aziraphale had known it was only a matter of time, but still the summons caught him off-guard. He was in the library, absently filing away the books he'd kept in his classroom all fall, when the VOICE sounded in his head.
No, not really in his head. More...in his soul. As if the VOICE was coming from inside of him, and yet also as though he was standing inside a great chamber and the VOICE was echoing all around him. It was so unexpected, the book fell from his hand and hit the floor with a thud.
He had no idea how long he'd been standing there, when his eyes finally focused again on the bookcase. There was an overwhelming sense of purpose now, replacing the uncertainty and reluctance he'd felt during the past week. Now, the only regret the angel had was that he would be going on alone.
Bending down, Aziraphale picked up the book and slipped it into place on the shelf, then headed up the stairs. He needed to talk to Wilson.
[ooc: For
dr_jwilsonmd, probably for some SP, and to establish Aziraphale's imminent departure. A public departure post for anyone who wants to say goodbye will go up sometime tomorrow.]