Aziraphale stared at Olsen as he spoke. It was all so . . . foreign, which was something of a new sensation for him. "I suppose you know more about the subject than I do," he said. "My dreams were mostly of Earth."

Glancing away, Aziraphale drummed his fingers on the table the console sat on. "Well." He cleared his throat. "I had. Enemies? I suppose you could call them. In the dream. And I thought I saw one of them the other night."