"What? I'm not allowed to check up on my only son every now and then?" Descry's eyes were fairly dancing, and he ruffled Saracen's hair.

"We had several screens on constant playback," Rover added gleefully. "Just in case we missed anything."

"And as long as things didn't actually get personal, I had no excuse to make Rover not watch you go into a strip-club just for kicks and giggles," Descry finished. "Though you wouldn't believe how long it took him to realise Who you were talking to."

"It wasn't obvious," Rover grumbled.

"Rover, She was wearing a halo to end all halos. How do you miss that unless you weren't paying attention?"

"I was watching the stage."

"Yes, believe me, I know."

"Have you two actually met Him? Her?" Dexter blurted. "I mean--Upstairs? Or wherever?" Somehow it was a lot more surreal to know that his friends had met God in the afterlife than some of them having met Him while He was undercover on Earth.

Rover and Descry exchanged looks. "I think we should get to maintain some air of mystery," Descry said finally. Rover nodded.

"Definitely. I mean, you're all over Saracen every decade about his magic. Why can't we get harassed for information? I'm feeling left out."

"I think they might have forgotten us, Rover."

"That's a travesty, that is. We need to fix this. We need to make sure no one forgets us ever."

"If you go hula-dancing across the Ha'Penny Bridge, everyone will remember you against their will."

"Hey, there's an idea ..."

"Please don't," said Anton. Rover pouted up at him.

"Aw, but it'd be perfect!"

"No."