Strange place, this. Two places, more like. One quite a bit nicer than the other. Yet Aziraphale finds it almost impossible to keep to one or the other. Impossible if there is any exploring to be done. They switch back and forth continually. Always contesting one another, establishing kind of warped balance. A little too familiar.

Exploring isn't really his taste, but there's just nothing else to do. Maybe if he finds a library? Or something.

He passes through one lovely empty room, sighs heavily as he goes to open the next door. Another horrible one ahead. Hopefully not too taxing to escape.

He pushes the door open and steps over the threshold.