After he'd made sure Gabriel was as safe as he could be, Aziraphale had hung around, out of worry and because he wasn't sure how to proceed. Such things as geography had never presented an obstacle to him before, and even if they had, he had been an urban creature for so long that he would be out of practice by now.

On the evening of the sixth day, he was sitting on the edge of the ravine, looking out to the City in the distance. So close. It almost seemed designed on purpose to tantalize them. You've gotten this far, but this is where you're defeated. Sighing, he put his chin in his hands and watched the stars come out.

He'd have to get up and walk soon, he knew he would, but what could five more minutes hurt?