He patted her on the back gently, hating to see Bess this upset. "Come in, sit down, I'm making tea."

While waiting for the kettle to boil, George sat next to Bess on the couch. "Michael the archangel was killed. Lucifer buried him in this little town in Kansas which is the center of the US, and so it makes us mortal while we're there. Yeah, I know. I wasn't thrilled to discover this either. A friend of mine found out and told us, and Lucifer learned about it. We got Michael back, but..." George gestured to the still-healing bruises visible along his neck.