Aziraphale follows with no resistance, sparing one last glance at the people still sat in various states of consciousness. It really did seem, he would gather, that most folks did not have a pleasant experience this time around.

He's quiet for a moment, ruminating on the things he saw, stuck somewhere between back then, not that long ago, and now, and realizing just how long a decade, even how long a single year has been so far. But he looks up when Crowley speaks, pulled back to the present.

"The..." He looks off somewhere where he can see the horizon, then back to the demon. "Now?"