Dear Crowley. He can't help but immediately think of Aziraphale. Lunafreya really is rather like him, Crowley supposes. She's kind and gentle, and thinks highly of him, though he definitely doesn't deserve it. She's even got a really dangerous weapon, just like Aziraphale did when Crowley first met him.

He flies up, staying as close to the light as he can, but up above the treeline to avoid the spirits. He can't see anything, it's just so dark.

"What's out there?" he asks, "What do you see?"