Aziraphale ran with Crowley, struggling to get his bag on properly as he ran, hurrying as fast as he could. Were the cops really coming? Was he in danger? He did nothing wrong! That was hardly fair. Though he assumed little was fair when a crazy women, likely neighbourhood watch, was on the case.

As they finally got off the council estate and down the road into an area he had never been before, Aziraphale staggered to a halt and bent double. He was so not used to running.

"They thought we were drug deals!" Aziraphale was aghast. "I most certainly am not!"