"Oh." Sherlock honestly hadn't thought about that. "Sometimes it pays to be the brother of the British Government." He smirked. "I will get in touch with him and he will get it all set up."

He was about to say something else, when once again a portal opened, and Martha stepped through.

"Japhrimel..." She said. "My grandson.." Martha approached slowly, tears in her eyes. "I... never thought it would happen."