Aziraphale cleared his throat and gave out his postcode, hoping he wasn't too familiar with the area. "I'm across from a big white building and -- well, you'll know it when you see it. Then you can drop me off. It's quite close by car." Aziraphale assured him, not wanting to take up too much of his time or petrol.

"What is an angel?" Adam asked innocently as he picked up his stuffed bear and started to play with it's loose eye.

"Well, it's like a spirit, in a sense. Some believe they work for God. They have wings and a funny little yellow right over their head called a halo." Aziraphale attempted to explain without accidentally forcing any religious 'truths' on anyone. "They do good deeds and help humans."