Good Omens - You and I

Plans

You can well understand how some things can get on your nerves, things like the apocalypse once escaped and reoccurring, or finding out that you were run over by a demon and an angel who were together, being a witch being possessed. These are some of the things that can get on your nerves. The ones in Anathema at the time weren't just blown up, they exploded.

She didn't know how long she had stood silent, but now she was slowly recovering from the shock. She turned around, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her shoulders, while the celestials made assumptions and went back and forth non-stop, opened the door and walked out onto the sidewalk. It took her a while to find the Bentley, but when she saw her she stared at her with a look that could have incinerated her. The wise old car picked the lock and the passenger door opened by itself. At a determined pace she approached the car. "Thank you," said the witch, and the door closed behind her.

On the threshold of the old bookshop Crowley and Aziraphale were quite surprised. The demon had an upset open mouth. "My car!" he could only hiss in his anger. "My car... Oooo you'll see when we're alone! You must obey me and me alone!" Aziraphale giggled only to hear his friend's eyes peep out from under the lens, covered his mouth with his hand and blushed indifferently. The demon couldn't help but smile back, then he shook his head hard and walked towards the car and got in, the same thing the angel did.

Old Bentley lit up with a deafening roar and drove out of central London at full speed. Aziraphale and Anatema said nothing the whole journey, everyone stared out of their windows and from time to time crossed neighborhoods in the guerrillas. "There must be an explanation for all this commotion," Aziraphale said when his nose came in. "London is going crazy and these days I've been sensing the good things in the city are getting a lot smaller, I'm very worried Crowley," said the angel looking at him with his big blue eyes. Crowley distracted himself for a moment under that gaze and passed a few millimeters from a lady on the sidewalk. "I know, angel, I feel it too. But I think I understand. Someone's hoarding energy to do something or prepare for something. And I don't like this either. I also feel that demonic activity has increased greatly."

As soon as they got to the cottage Anatema came down, they opened the door wide and headed for the entrance, leaving the others behind.

"Well, angel, here we are." The demon got out of the car and stretched his muscles, one by one. He didn't even know how, but he fell. Something was in his way. Who dared hit him? When he turned around, the scene in front of him was quite peculiar. Aziraphale had come between him and a boy in his underwear. Newt was wearing boots but mountain, he was muddy and had leaves attached to his arms, he smelled and it was one of the most ridiculous things they had ever seen. He'd brandish a broom and strike blindly screaming, "Where is she? Where's Anatema? What have you done to her?" she screamed straight in the poor angel's face. Crowley laughed so loudly that he drew the attention of the witch in the cottage, and she opened the window wide and laughed.

Newt stopped hitting the poor unfortunate man as soon as he saw her and smiled, smiling as if he had just received the most beautiful gift in the world. He let his terrible weapon go there and raised his hand and shook it slightly "Hello" he said with a slight smile.

"As soon as I woke up and you weren't there I went out looking for you. I even armed myself," he said blushing, "it's the best I could find," he added, moving her broom slightly. "Now I'm back but thank you for the rescue," Anatema said smiling in turn. They had all gone in and crammed themselves into the pretty but small kitchen. Anatema, a diligent witch, had prepared a mixture of herbs that she applied to the scratches of the young man and prepared some excellent tea, which in someone's cup, whose name we won't mention, turned into an excellent vintage red.

"So, the situation that presents itself may not seem easy, but we have many means at our disposal. First of all, well, we have a witch, and I'm guessing a witch hunter. We'd have to go down to hell to find a piece of the mirror, and we'd need you Anathema to locate it. Third, we already have someone who knows hell."