Aziraphale at Bletchley Park - of course! It is a scenario which never would have crossed my mind, but he would fit in there so well. I can just imagine Anathema in her 1940's clothes with her battered leather suitcase in her hands.

I love the caring Crowley and the the almost statement "I miss" in Aziraphale's letter.

Lovely to read a WW2 fic that is true to the time and powerful, but with very little angst.