Postscript

Melanie wakes with a start, feeling anxious and bereft. Her hand gropes blindly for fur or feathers, convinced there ought to be something - someone - there with her, but she only finds empty sheets. Sitting up slowly, she takes in the predictably empty apartment with a little frown. It's not uncommon for Aziraphale to be out when she wakes in the morning, but she wishes he was here. Not quite badly enough to call to him, but enough so that rather than get up, she stays in bed, curling back up under the covers and clutching onto her pillow.