( A little while ago, Aziraphale suddenly found the Nexus. )

Aziraphale, newly risen, stood before the door of his friend's apartment, close to trembling with unease. Poor Caphriel. He'd seen the look on his dear one's face, as he died. Of course, they'd seemed to feel the same way about what had happened; horror and trauma mixed with the knowledge that it had to be. But now, before this door, his crimes as Zirah seemed all the more hideous and terrifying. How? How to explain-- to calm-- to comfort? How?

Quailing emotionally and biting his lip as he did so, he knocked on the door.