"... And did you ask father?" He didn't understand, how could they just leave? It didn't seem right but Aziraphale didn't want to argue. He knew his siblings said that Barty was creepy and weird, maybe even locked in a hold with Satan, but he didn't think any of that. Barty read to him, Barty was always kind to him and Barty was the only one who hugged him yesterday. Barty was special. "I don't want you to get into trouble too. Please don't worry too much, Barty. This will all pass and be a memory. I cried yesterday but I will smile today and tomorrow and all days I can."

Aziraphale promised with a small smile of his own, too nervous to seem properly happy. He didn't understand and he was sleepy, everything was dark out and he didn't know where they were. "Where are we going? Are we going to a church?"