With a shout, Raguel swerves at the last possible second to avoid crashing into him. It's a good thing he's been practicing; even a few months ago he might not have managed it in time.

He flies a rough circle around Crowley, slowing so that he can look in the same direction. It's not quite the same as the view from Griffith Park; the lights are farther away, for one thing, and the vantage point is higher, but they look all the brighter for the blankness of the desert leading up to them.