While Crowley finally caught up to speed and approached his basket, Aziraphale took a seat and began to open his. What he saw inside perplexed him, even as it delighted him.
There were pamphlets detailing the island they were apparently on, several of his prized books, including the extremely rare Bibles that had been in his possession in Soho. Packets of his favorite tea, and a bottle of his favorite Cabernet Sauvignon. At the very bottom was an item that thoroughly confused the angel.
He retrieved the object, looking up at Crowley in utter confusion. "What do you suppose this is for?" The key looked like any key, nothing unusual about it. There were no markings, no note, nothing to indicate what the key went to. "It looks to be a door key, but the doors here don't use keys..." His voice tapered off as he contemplated the object.