"Could be that. I asked him some question to verify and he had the knowledge. But they could have made him give them the information needed." They were good at that kind of stuff and Aziraphale was soft. Had been soft, anyway. Always so soft and always so bright and happy. There was guilt over leaving him behind, irrational as that might be.

"He wants me to come see him on Saturday. He mentioned the house next door too. He mentioned food. If it was him, he was telling me about abuse. In a coded way."