It's another minute before they're reached by the sound of God tramping gracelessly through the woods, and then there he is, with Alfred coiled round his shoulders like a strange and fancy scarf. He's been carrying on conversation in a murmur, and his brow creases in open worry when he sees... whatever this is.

Faith doesn't look great, and Augustine looks— well, it's definitely an outfit.

"You're fighting crime in this?" says God, halfway between incredulous and appreciative, looking the owl mask up and down and then up again. And then, a bit more to the point: "What happened?"