"So are you going to come in or what? I assume this has something to do with Aziraphale, considering how strange he's been acting lately." Crowley nodded grimly and stepped inside.
"Right, so as you've noticed, Aziraphale's been acting a little odd lately. My theory is Naomi." And so for what felt like the thousand and first time that day, Crowley explained Naomi, brainwashing, the Apocalypse, et cetera, et cetera. Anathema kept nodding throughout his story, looking thoughtful. Newt just seemed confused. Pepper was bored. She'd heard all of this already.
"So you're going to send Pepper in, in a hope that something will click in his brain, and he'll be normal again, right?" Anathema asked once Crowley had finished his spiel.
"Correct."
"Well that's a load of crap." Anathema told him very matter-of-factly.
"What?" Crowley shouted, one eyebrow raised. "I mean, I know it doesn't have much potential, but-"
"No, no, no, no, no. That's not what I meant. I meant, that if anyone should be trying to rescue him, then it should be you. You're going to be his only chance."