Aziraphale came from the uppermost floors, having just secured his charges in their new quarters. They marveled, laughed, cried, and for once not because of loss. It made him feel good. It made him think that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Habit made him take the stairs, entering the lobby from an angle that felt completely unfamiliar. Of course, the whole building felt completely unfamiliar at this point.