My assumptions for Good Omens season three

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Heaven

Present time

   About six months had passed since Aziraphale and Crowley had last seen each other. Six months since Aziraphale's painful decision. Six months since Crowley had finally confessed his feelings that he had kept to himself for the past 6000 years. Six months. 

  Aziraphale had been set in the position of the new Supreme Archangel as promised, but not a day goes by that he doesn't think about Crowley, and what he had done. How he had most definitely ended their nearly unbreakable friendship. That thought haunts him every day. But in his mind, he did what had to be done. He was the only one who could stop the second coming. He hurt Crowley, but at least he could protect him from what was soon to come.

  Aziraphale sat at his bland, lifeless desk in Heaven. He missed his bookshop. The color, the life, the books he had collected over his time, the company. Crowley was almost always in the bookshop. Whether he was sleeping on the couch, or sharing a drink with Aziraphale, he was always there to accompany Aziraphale. Now the angel was left with nothing but a small, lonely, empty desk. 

"Aziraphale," 

A spaced-out, Aziraphale, was brought back to reality at the sound of his name. He looked up. Metatron stood over him, looking down at him. 

"Oh! Why hello there, sir," Aziraphale said.

"Greetings,  Supreme Archangel Aziraphale," Metatron said "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time,"

"No. Of course not. Not at all!" Aziraphale said in a scattered manner.

"Perfect," Metatron said, taking a seat at the desk.

 "What can I help you with, sir?"

"Well, I'm aware that when I gave you the offer for this job, you were rather scatted. I am giving you a chance to go back down to Earth to collect anything that you might need," Metatron explained, "Also since you would be taking back your belongings that you desire to have, I don't see a reason for Muriel to continue to stay on earth in your bookshop anymore,"

Aziraphale took a moment to process what he had been told.  

"Right so... I would return to earth, collect what I need to bring back here, and Muriel would be brought back to Heaven to continue their duties here?" Aziraphale said aloud.

"Precisely,"

"Right-o then!" Aziraphale said through a painfilled smile.

"Splendid! We can send you down in 24 hours," Metatron said as he got up from the seat by the desk and left. 

Aziraphale watched as the other walked away. Once Metatron was out of sight, Aziraphale immediately went to the thoughts in his head. 

Going back down to Earth?

I don't know if I can bear to go down there especially since Crowley will most definitely be there.

  If Aziraphale knew one thing, it was that he knew, Crowley wouldn't think of going back down to Hell. Crowley was free of Heaven and Hell's grasp for the first time in his existance. He wasn't going to waste that time in Hell. No, Aziraphale just knew that Crowley would be on Earth. 

Well, maybe he's not in England anymore. Maybe he left to explore the World or something. See what it has to offer him. 

Aziraphale tried to convince himself with these types of thoughts that he would be completely fine going back to Earth. He tried to convince himself that it was just a quick trip down to Earth, to simply grab his things and Muriel from the bookshop and go straight back up to Heaven, and nothing more. As far as he was concerned there was no reason to be nervous about a small, silly little trip. As simple and quick as that.

But his thoughts could only keep him stable for so long...

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Well, that's it for the first piece! I hope you stick around for the rest. 

Sorry, this chapter was a little slow but it will (hopefully) get better! :)

Total word count: 615