Aziraphale appears in his flat in an instant. "-lanie!" he's crying, but she's already awake, out of the bed, running for the bathroom. He doesn't understand; is she going to be sick? Is she afraid of him? She has to have realized he's here.

"Melanie - Melanie, wait!" He scrambles toward her, reaching out just as the door slams in his face.

He reaches for the knob, but then stops himself abruptly. He shouldn't force it. He should find out what's wrong.

"Melanie?" His voice is weak and quavering. He rests his palm softly against the door. "Are you all right?"