At the mention of offices, Grell's expression turned notably sour. What was it with offices and stalking the death gods? Was God trying to remind them that they weren't doing their jobs while simultaneously punishing them by not taking them back home? Well, not to a home that made sense and had people and life in it. Honestly, if He was so enthusiastic about them being at work, the least He could do was give them their powers back and allow them to do it.

"Offices," he repeated flatly. "Augh, you were trapped in them, too? I ran into far too many before I found anything worthwhile." Mostly. Grell's head was still a bit fuzzy on the end of the night, although things were coming back to him as time progressed. "But enough about that. The radio man you say? And help us? Help us how? The same way that Jill woman did? She seemed spectacularly useless to me."