Some vague ideas for escape plans were forming, but right now the state of Raphael was difficult to keep at the back of his mind. Sam kept glancing over to him, wondering whether he could talk. His mouth had all those strange wounds. Wondering whether he would even want to talk to him. Maybe not. Maybe he was too scared.

So here he was, poor, mortal Sam Tenaz, trapped by a demon who had somehow reduced an archangel to this. Seemed as if it would be a tough time. "It was you in that dream, wasn't it? It was really you. I knew something was off. It feels different. Reminded me of Lucifer."

Always a great thing to happen.