Crowley spins his head around as he feels something spin past him. Flying spirits, he'd heard. But surely they'd be distracted by the people below, distracted by all the things going on.

He slips a hand around Luna's shoulders to pull off his sunglasses, get a better view of the sky. He doesn't have any way of tucking them away without losing a grip on Luna, so he just lets them fall. They hit something on the way down. Something dark and moving below them. He squints his serpentine eyes at the darkness, at the shape of the Lighthouse in the distance.

"I'm going to make a dash for it," he says. "This isn't going to be fun. Hold on tight."