The sound of Brit-man's voice sent another throbbing spike into Gabriel's temples and the archangel breathed out, breathed in, and swallowed hard. It wasn't nearly as debilitating a headache as when he'd tried to summon the bridge, but it still wasn't good. He remained still, propped up against the photograph-covered wall behind him, blinking rapidly and waiting for his vision to clear.

It wasn't.

"In here," he said, voice raised but not quite a yell, shakier than he would have liked it to be if he wasn't preoccupied with the cold dread holding his stomach in a vise. The door on the end, beside the driver's booth, was open.