Who: Crowley & ____?
When: Midday
Where: Just Outside the City Center

Crowley had been sleeping in his pristine bed in his flat.  Certainly the flat had that distinct feel that no one lived there, but the plants were shiny and green, blooming with all their might and Crowley definitely enjoyed a good sleep.  Something, however, was bothering him.  Bothering him enough that he woke up.  He frowned as he sat up, rubbing his serpentine eyes.

After some deliberation, he finally got up and slipped into a stylish suit and snakeskin boots.  He needed to clear his head to rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was wrong.  Maybe a drive would help.  He left the apartment, expecting the place to lock up behind him (which it did).

He stepped up to his pristine black Bentley and then stopped, his hand in his pocket.  He blinked and looked around.  The area seemed WRONG.  This didn't seem like London anymore.  He wondered if Aziraphale was okay.