True to their word, Aziraphale and Wilson had the downstairs study cleared away and ready for the evening's activities. Most of the furniture had been shoved aside, leaving plenty of space for people to gather, and to do...whatever it was that they were going to do. The angel still wasn't completely clear on that, but then he never really did ( Read more... )

Aziraphale had spent the entire day dithering, worried about the implications of Phoebe's phone call. That meant that Wilson had returned home to a very clean house, and a light supper already prepared. When the young doctor had been told about their "little sister's" impending visit, he'd become rather concerned himself, and they'd eaten mostly in ( Read more... )

They hadn't even bothered with supper, since neither felt like eating. Aziraphale had begged Wilson to at least have a cup of tea, which the young doctor had done, but mostly they'd spent the afternoon and evening quietly. The angel had secreted himself away in the study for several hours, doing some last-minute research, and then he'd checked the ( Read more... )