"They could've brought your whole body along for the ride," Gabriel said with a smirk that was only a shadow of his usual fare. "They could've done a lot of things they haven't. Soul-handling is pretty simple, if you know how to do it."

Simple, but sometimes difficult.

For a moment the Archangel was silent. The thing was that he didn't want to move. It would mean relearning a new area, for one, and he already knew the caravan. For another, even though it was Syl's lately it had started to feel an awful lot like his, and he didn't want to leave it. He twitched, both at the mention of Aziraphale and the Doctor. "I'd rather not get my brothers involved," he said in a very controlled tone. "And if I left the caravan I'd only wind up knocking more things over."

Then his face tightened, and he looked away, and his fingers trembled again. "The Doctor's gone. Vanished."