Henry scratched at his head with both hands. "I don't know. I...I found this, in my pocket." Returning to the matchbook analogy, he withdrew a business card, bearing Crowley's name. "He said I'd have to check in, whatever the hell that means."
He sighed. "I almost wish I was crazy, so this wasn't really happening. Just when I thought I couldn't hate Edward any more, he found a way to make me hate him more."