"The city," Aziraphale repeats. "Brooklyn, I imagine?" he asks. The furnishings in the room had looked quite a bit outdated, though Aziraphale has a hard time placing a date because, well, his own furnishings haven't been updated since the late Victorian age.

But he wonders if Soldier remembers more of the man now that he's come forward in memory. "Can you tell me more about Steve?"