Aziraphale

I suppose I should consider myself lucky, getting away from all that alive. Nonetheless, angels don't heal any faster than any other species, and this broken ankle isn't going to go away magically. I don't know what possessed me to go in the first place. Parties aren't exactly "my thing", as Crowley might put it. And with all the danger... it was incredibly foolish of me.

My deepest sympathies to everyone affected by this tragic event.

I don't think I've ever had an injury this major. I'd be more content with bed rest if I had my collection with me. I don't even want to think about what may have happened to it in my abscence... at any rate, I'd greatly appreciate anyone willing to lend me books. I promise not to horde them unless they're Wilde first editions.

Vampires. In all my six thousand or so years of living on Earth, I've never seen anything like it, and believe me, I've seen quite a bit. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say. Get out of Armageddon and find yourself in Sunnydale, a town with a delightful name inhabited by rather bizarre creatures. I'm tempted to believe that this is some dream of Adam's, but he's realized the danger of acting out his play-time fantasies in the real world, I think.

And yes, I said - wrote? typed? - six thousand. There's no point in hiding it in a situation like this one: I'm an angel. Immortal. Although I can be discorporated, so kindly refrain from testing my mortality with knives and guns. Getting through all the paper work to get a new body is such a hassle.

So this is America. I can't say I like it very much thus far.

( You can't second-guess ineffability, I always say. )