Was that Barty? It was hard to navigate his room in the total dark he was stuck in but he did manage to get the door open. It wasn't locked today so that was nice.

"Bartemius?!"

"Get back in your room now, Aziraphale!"

Well, wasn't that two conflicting orders that left him somewhat paralysed on the stairs because he could now see Barty on one side and his other siblings emerging from the living room and -- and he was in his pyjamas and not really escape ready. If that was, in fact, that was happening. He looked at Barty, a little desperate. "It's... it's very late." It was ten but that was quite late.