[Whee Christmas spirit! Residents of Vol House will probably be smelling something rather delicious -- almost like eggnog, but not quite as rich. That's because Aziraphale is making Christmas drinks! Ever had a Tom & Jerry? Well, it's pretty good, made out of an egg-sugar-vanilla batter, steamed milk, rum and nutmeg. Of course, he'll leave the liquor out for children.]

I've heard tell that those who were missing have been -- er, more or less safely returned to their homes. So, a toast -- in celebration of that, and also because Christmas is just around the corner, and Christmas is such a lovely time for making friends and celebrating.

Would anyone else like one of these?

It seems -- well, in lieu of so many seemingly unholy disappearances from this city, I suppose it might be in the best interest of humanity for me to ask: Does anyone know what's going on around here?

[And then something strikes him -- an idea!] I don't suppose any of you have encountered a demon by the name of Crowley, have you? He drives a monstrous black Bentley, quite hard to miss in my opinion. His presence would likely be marked by an overabundance of natural disasters and mild bodily harm, as well as generally strange occurrances -- if any of your tapes have suddenly become Best of Queen tapes, that might be him, as well.

Anyone?