A big house, surrounded by enormous lawns and trees stood silent in the sunlight. Or it was almost silent. About a second ago a flash had lighten the gardens and two heavy thuds had been heard.

"Oh." Crowley massaged his head. "That hurt!"

When the light had dropped them down, it hadn't cared about the fact that it would have been better to drop them on the floor, instead of six feet above it. Aziraphale had been lucky enough to land in on of the armchairs, but Crowleys head had made the first contact with the floor. The demon kept rubbing his head, muttering curses under his breath.

"I'm so sorry for that", a voice told them from the doorway. "I hope you're not badly hurt."

The last sentence was directed to the demon. But Crowley didn't listen; he was occupied with starring at the person in the doorway.

"Don't tell me you're God?"

Aziraphale was on his feet by now and took his first look at the person in the doorway. His mouth dropped open. Then his eyes widened in a very peculiar way. He tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a stream of squeaking noises.

"I am. Is something wrong?"

Crowley and Aziraphale didn't answer.

The young man in the doorway had blond hair, quiet normally cut. He was of average height and could have passed as human everywhere. But he was wearing a Hawaii shirt with big palm leaves in different colors, on a yellow background, a couple of blue swimming shorts and pink sandals. In his left hand he held a surfing board with the text 'Save my Soul' on both sides.

"Ga . ." Crowley told him.

"Eh . . "Aziraphale continued.

"Stop sounding like that and listen", God told them. "I'll leave in a couple of seconds. This is my mobile phone number." He put a piece of paper on the table next to him. "If there is any problem, call me. A list of things to do is on the refrigerator. Bye!"

And with that God disappeared and left the demon and the angel in total shock. Crowley got out of it first, by slapping himself. Then he slapped Aziraphale.

"Get over it!" he told the angel. "I've seen Lucifer in a bikini, so that wasn't so bad."

"Ga . . "the angel said.

"That's enough, Zira. If you don't stop, I'll have to slap you again."

Aziraphale shook his head and sighted.

"Ok, I'm alright now. Where was that list?"

"It's in the kitchen, angel."

"Right. Where is the kitchen?"

"Don't look at me, you're the angel in here! Use your angelic power and find it! Search, Zira, search!"

"Fuck of!"

"Don't want to", Crowley told him, with a perfect imitation of a five year old boy.

Aziraphale shook his head and walk trough the doorway God had been standing in. It couldn't be so hard o find a kitchen he told himself. But half an hour later, he was irritated and Crowley had seamed to vanish in thin air. Muttering to himself he walk down a corridor and bumped right into the demon.

"I've found the kitchen", Crowley told him happily and took a bite of his new made sandwich.

"And the note?"

"Found it to."

"What does it say?"

"Nothing."

"The note's saying 'nothing'?"

"No, no, stupid," Crowley said. "The note is empty, nothing written on it."

"Oh. But that means . . "

". . that there is nothing we're supposed to do", Crowley finished. "Gods not the only on takin vacation right now."

"But you're supposed to help me!" Aziraphale stated.

"Do you need help doing nothing?"

"Eh . . "

"Relax, you're on vacation in Heaven, enjoy yourself!"

"Maybe you're right. Lets have some fun while we can."

"That's right, angel! Lets go find the cocktail cabinet! The one how finds it gets the first drink!"

"I'm on!" the angel stated with a wide smile. "One. Two. Tree. GO!"

They rushed of in different directions in the hunt for their precious drinks.

Authors note: You thought I would leave them in Heaven without wine? I may be evil, but not so evil . . at least not yet . .

I wont be updating this so often, because it takes long for me to write things in English . . that's life I'll guess..

I hope you like it, and don't pick on my spelling, I know it suck sometimes...