"Right, well." Aziraphale walked beside him, matching his pace. There was no way he was getting away that quickly, not until Aziraphale got the full story, one way or another. "I suppose you ought to set the counter back to zero, then, because . . . "

He trailed off. The rest was obvious, wasn't it? Gabriel had done something stupid (or had something stupid done to him, theoretically, but Aziraphale wouldn't count on that being the answer) and now couldn't see. The question was how permanent it was. The other question was why Aziraphale was feeling quite so furious about all of it, rather than worried. Or, well. A bit worried. Mostly irate.