"She could be punishing all of us for what I did," Crowley says. "The Lighthouse Keeper. Doing this to all of us. Starting the nightmares, causing the visions."

It's all he can think. He doesn't know how the town works. It makes as much sense as anything else.

He reaches into his pocket, producing a single white feather. He'd collected it from Aziraphale when he was grooming his feathers. It made him think of the way Xayah had her lover's feather with her. He'd never had Aziraphale's with him, not even when they spent centuries apart. He never could. Now he could.

"He was there. It was---" He shakes his head. "Just not what I'd want to happen to him."