Crowley returned at dawn after a long busy night that would no doubt be reflected in the morning papers. He was feeling good, comfortable in his own skin again, and things were next to normal as they could be. Sneaking silently into the flat, the demon couldn't repress a snigger when he saw that the couch was unoccupied and there was no pretense of it ever even having been made up. Well, well, well...

A smile on his face, Crowley retreated to the guest room to wait for John and Zatanna to wake up.