Azrael opened his mouth to ask another question, but was silenced by a blinding light. The sudden change from complete darkness to light took a few minutes to adjust to. He looked around, unsure of where he was. It was obviously Earth, but other than that he wasn't quite sure. He could be anywhere, looking for anyone. He was sitting on a sidewalk that he was sure of. His hat sat beside him. He quickly put it on, hoping no one had seen his horns.

A bell jingled behind him, followed by a stoner voice.

"Holy shit, Silent Bob! It's that pimp dressin', Brodie lookin', undead motherfucker what yous killed in the bar! Get him!"

Azrael turned around just in time to see a long swaft of blond hair before he was knocked backwards onto the ground. He opened his eyes to see Jay, pinning him down to the parking lot; one hand raised in a fist. Behind Jay stood his so-called hetero life mate, Silent Bob. The Prophets. Great, just what he needed.

Azrael easily pushed Jay off of him as he stood. He brushed the dust off of his suit and replaced his hat yet one more time. The gray sky, the odd smell, the presence of these two; he was in New Jersey. More specifically, he was in the parking lot of the Quick Stop. Jay kept his fist up as he backed away slowly. Silent Bob stood silently, smoking a cigarette.

"Don't come any closer or else Instrument of God here will knock your fucking demon ass back to Hell."

"Please. Put your fist down, little boy. Quiet Robert is no Instrument of God."

Jay looked to Silent Bob, who in turn shrugged and nodded in agreement. Jay put his fist down, and stepped two large steps behind Silent Bob.

"All right, but ain't yous supposed to be dead and shit? What the fuck are yous doing here at the Quick Stop?"

"No and I don't know. I was sent up to find someone and I'm starting to think that you two simpletons are going to lead me to her."

"Huh?"

Silent Bob looked at Jay and gestured with his hand in a semi-circle movement. Jay understood.

"Oh. Why the fuck would yous think that shit? Me and Lunchbox ain't helping yous find nobody. So, there."

Jay held his hand up in a demon sign. Silent Bob nodded his head. Azrael sighed, as he often did. These two were a tremendous annoyance. If they were anyone else, he'd just kill them and be done with it. But, unfortunately, they of all people were the Prophets. And, if he harmed them… well… he wasn't sure what exactly would happen. Nothing good could come of it, he was sure. Maybe a little peace and quiet, but that was about the only positive he could see.

"Listen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, I didn't ask to come up here to have my i.q. lowered by you two fucking stoners. You're prophets, so prophesies and tell me where to find this woman."

Jay and Silent Bob shrugged at each other.

"I don't know what the fuck yous talking about. We don't know nothing about no fucking woman. We was just about to cut out early and go visit this tubby bitch's niece."

"What did you say?"

"Lunchbox's fine ass little niece is in town and we was just about to head down to Point Pleasant to meet up with her. So, if yous don't mind…"

Jay and Silent Bob pushed their way past Azrael. He stood for a moment thinking over what Jay had just said. Either they were no help at all, or they had told him exactly where to go and who to look for when he got there. From behind him came a voice he'd never heard before.

"Hey Shatner!"

He turned to see Silent Bob, about a car's length away, staring back at him.

"Stay away from my niece."