"I don't have a plan," Satan said. "And this miracle isn't my doing. Angelo ... he's won. We're outside time and I can't touch him. Not only that, we're stuck here."
"Flattery will get you nowhere." He went over to the open doorway and pressed against the air. His hands stopped at the threshold.
"Then I have some things to do," I said. I pulled the elfstone out of my pocket and screwed it into my eye. Johnny was standing in the corner, having performed some vital function that the author will think of later. Perhaps he was the one who brought in the relic of St. Eloy and the pistol and gave them to me after I'd been searched. That would be a good thing for an invisible servant to do.
Anyway, I turned to Johnny. "I'm ready to hear your confession," I said.
"This might take a while," he said, coming toward me.
"No worries; we've got all the time in the world."