"It's the original Shangri La. Paradise, you know. In the Tibetan tradition. I've myself been to Tibet three times and not once seen such a thing, but it can be quite beautiful to fly. Cold, perhaps." He smiled. "When we arrive, we'll travel by car when we can, but I think it would be better if we..." Fluttering his fingers lightly, he glanced at Ellie for comprehension. "Well, locally, at least. We may be able to search more thoroughly that way."

Sitting back, he found someone's eyes on him, and looked over a row ahead to see a man wave back, fluttering his fingers as Aziraphale had. He must've thought he'd been waving... "Oh dear," the angel murmured as the plane began to move.