[Aziraphale wakes up in the middle of a hedge and looks around blearily. It only takes him a few moments after prying himself from the plant and pulling off a couple leaves from his jumper for him to recognize where he was. His (unneeded) breath catches in his throat and he feels mildly ill as the realization dawns on him how close he was to forgetting himself, forgetting who he became here. He wonders mildly how long he's been away, but judging by the temperature it seems like it could only be a month or so. Or perhaps he should start tacking years onto that.

He makes his way back to the mansion, a twig still stuck in his hair, and climbs up the the sixth floor, room 002. He tries the doorknob and it opens easily for him. Inside, the room looks exactly like he left it, if devoid of his book collection he had gathered over the near year he had been here before. He lets out a little sigh of relief.

He settles down in his old tartan wingback chair and pulls out his device from the pocket he normally keeps it in, smiling to know it's still there and then turns on the video. The angel's face is awkwardly off center, but he's definitely there with a smile to greet everyone once again.]

It appears I have been away for quite some time. I cannot rightly say that I was aware of the passage of time. I suppose... I suppose I was home for a short time. It was good to see my shop again, but... But I must say I'm glad to be back. And, more importantly, I'm glad to be back where I can be with Crowley. Crowley, if you're hearing this, please come to my room.

[A brief pause allows him to collect his thoughts some before he continues again.]

I hope to reconnect with many of the beings I knew before my... disappearance. And I do so hope that there aren't too many that have left as well. Please let me know that you are all safe and if there's anything I can do for you.

[He smiles one last time before he shuffles to turn off the video, anxiously hoping that Crowley is still in Wonderland.]