Raphael nodded, and then the walkie talkie crackled with Zadkiel's warning. "We might have to go around a little," he said. He folded the tarp around Michael's body and wound the rope around that. "Patrick, George, Anthony, take a corner each with me. Agatha, take the back, make sure nothing, urh, falls out. Joan, run ahead and scout for us. I want to be able to have time to break through before Lucifer sees us."
"Sir yes sir," Joan said, tearing off across the grass back up the hill. It was a bit of a walk back out again, but if they hurried, it shouldn't take too long. Raphael only prayed that crossing back into the real world would wake Michael up. He had no idea what would happen. This was a little outside of his experience. But at least the had the one mortal benefit of being unable to be sensed by Lucifer until it was too late. Up on the hill, Joan waved to them to hurry up.