For a moment, silence - and in the pitch, pitch black, that's the most disconcerting thing of all.

Then:

"Yeah," Crowley says. "The last thing I remember, things. Things started - moving."

Suddenly - heart-attack suddenly - warm fingers close around Raguel's wrist, and an unseen hand drops the lighter into his.



"Anyway, that's why I was - you know. Before. Why I couldn't find the flask."