"I'm not sure how lucky I am, we shall see in a couple of weeks time. I'm working on a very important letter so that will determine my outcome." Aziraphale said in his usual cryptic, awkward manner, letting Anathema give him a hug. Hugs were weird. Different. He liked them. He never really had that many. Today, he had been held by two people - in drastically different ways, of course!

"I really can finish up here. You should head home and relax. I don't have anywhere to be so -- I'll do the close up." He wanted to stay a little long, see if he could find a fitting poem for his letter.