Gabriel has always been a wanderer and nature-lover, and if he ever feels like pausing in his wanderings to stay somewhere for a while, he prefers small towns, and the more isolated the better. He abhors cities, with their noise and pollution and the way everyone is always hurrying, to their jobs or schools or trysts, thinking of work and money and sex and more work. Angels have no place there.

Uriel's presence is so much weaker than what he remembers, and his heart aches. He hesitates for a moment, wondering if turning up at Uriel's door will cause the other archangel pleasure or pain. Uriel had seemed happy enough to see him recently, though. Decision made, he adjusts his backpack and walks down a tiny dirt track, because 'road' would be laying it on thick.

Uriel seems content enough, and he smiles. "Hello, Uriel."