Abaddon flew for a while, attempting to sense the angel. It seemed that she was, whether conciously or not, blocking him out. He could sense her slightly, a kind of buzzing sound indicating whether he was getting closer or not.

The buzzing grew much louder as he neared a familiar scene. Landing softly on the roof top, he saw and felt her at the same time. More than that, he felt her sadness, her regret and shame. That turned his stomach a little, but he moved towards her nonetheless. 

"The world is falling, isn't it, angel?" He asked softly, his words reminiscent of the first he had spoken to her.