dizzy_land | Letter to Adam

After his search and unhelpful conversation with Leon, Aziraphale decided it was time to talk to someone who might have some answers. Of course, getting these answers might be more difficult, but he still had to try. Aziraphale contemplated the best way to go about this. There was no sense in trying to trick Adam, and bribing him with sweets and tea wouldn't help, either. Aziraphale tended to be civil by default, but he also knew that whether or not Adam personally liked him probably wouldn't change much. Still, it'd be easier for Aziraphale to feel comfortable.

Finally, he penned a letter.

Dear Adam,

I have some matters I would like to discuss with you. I'm aware and certainly understand that you have limits on what you're willing to say, and that you have good reason for setting these limits. However, I still believe it would ease some of my worry if I were able to speak to you. I feel that I would be more comfortable speaking to you in person, and was hoping you'd be willing to join me someplace for tea or a meal. I would certainly appreciate it.

Your friend,

Aziraphale

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"I'm tellin' you straight, they're not dead. They're not hurt or hungry or anythin'. They're happy and well taken care of an' there's always a possibility that you might see 'em again some day. I can't really say more'n that."

"All right," said Aziraphale. "They're all right...and they're not back in their universes. And they can't be here because Sirius and Rukia said, so they're somewhere else, unless they were hidden somehow..."

He paused and took a drink from his iced tea. "I'm sorry. Thank you. Do you know why these specific people were taken? Is there any logic to it, or any way to prevent more disappearances?"

Adam looked vaguely bemused. "I didn't say anythin' 'bout where they are," he replied, ignoring the rest for the moment.

"You said they weren't hurt or hungry and they were happy and well cared for. With the amount of humans who have gone missing? And what real universes, the type that don't regenerate food and whatever else this place does are like? There's no way you could say that unless you were specifically taking care of each one, which doesn't sound like you. Or unless whoever is in charge here is doing so, but somehow I doubt that, too. So they're in a place like this, that actually serves to care for them and protect them somehow, or they're in this place, but hidden from the rest of us." He paused, remembering something. "They're not all at that wizarding school, are they?"

"You're makin' a lotta assumptions," Adam retorted. "They were all cared for by their friends an' family before they came here, so I don't see why they wouldn't be if they went back. Act'lly, seems like them goin' back where they came from makes the most sense, wouldn't you say? More than them goin' somewhere else entirely or hidin' out here."

He gestured with his fork, "An' I don't mean any offense, but you don't really have any idea what I'd do or wouldn't. If I were takin' care of 'em, it wouldn't be the first time I've done somethin' sim'lar. Gave you your shop back, didn't I? And Crowley his car."

He raised an eyebrow. "I know I'm making assumptions. But I don't think they're unreasonable. Every one of them was cared for and is cared for back at home? Not to mention that the only family and friends Alice had at home was me, and I'm here, and never saw her again after she disappeared. But you're right. I've no idea what you would or wouldn't do, so I apologize for assuming that."

Even if he still thought it was true.

"We might be fightin' over semantics here," said Adam, betraying his education. "Your definition of 'cared for' might well be dif'rent than mine. An' you don't know that you didn't see her again after she disappeared 'cause it might not have happened to you yet. Time's weird like that. You c'n ask Wilbur about it if you'd like."

He shrugged, not really caring what Aziraphale thought of him. He knew what he was doing and there were layers here that the angel couldn't know or even understand.

"Perhaps," replied the angel, not wanting to argue the point. He'd heard what he'd wanted to hear, and was satisfied. "Thank you for talking to me," he added.

Adam nodded. "Anytime," he said sincerely and dug into his salad again.

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