"Not that there's much of a choice," Thanatos repeats, though his words aren't as light as Aziraphale's. He gives Ferdinand another pet on his strange head. Then he leaves in a burst of light and darkness.

Once off on his own, Thanatos sighs and puts a hand to his face. He's been here for a month with no clue how to return or even send a message home. Mother, please say you're doing something... this time....