[The Grim Reaper taps the screen with his bony finger. If he had a face he'd look bewildered, but alas, the skull that's on his head is perpetually grinning.]
[And in a low voice that speaks directly to your mind, he says...]
Raphael, I think we have a problem.
[It didn't occur to him that he might have just filtered this message to said archangel. Nope. He's not going to put away that dangerous looking scythe either. He's just going to stare at the screen. Staring... seeing deep inside your soul... ... wondering why Raphael refuses to show up.]