Just the Locals

“I suppose I’ll stay here as long as I can. Try to - I don’t know. There’s nothing I can do, really,” Aziraphale said. “Then I’ll report back to upstairs. Another smashing success for Heaven.” It was hard to tell with the rain, but he might have been crying. “What about you?”“I expect I’ll be called back Downstairs to deal with the sudden influx of souls,” Crowley said. Aziraphale nodded. This did not cheer him. Crowley hadn’t meant it to. “What d’you spose would happen if someone tried to stop it?”...or rather, In Which: God's decided to drown all the locals and Crowley really can't stand idly by and watch.