"I wonder if I could tell if he was actually possessed or not."

This altruistic thought was set aside as a harmless looking grandma type walked by with her cane. Anthony stopped and stared at her, hard, until she had proceeded on down the road and was well out of sight.

"You can, go knock yourself out! Help all you want. With even little old ladies possessed I think it's too dangerous to stick around. I'm going to find Aziraphale. He has to be some where."

Not really thinking he pulled out his phone to text the guy but oddly enough there was no signal.