A quick look outside confirmed what John was saying. Winter had fallen, the skies were dark and forboding, the wind howling wildly outside their door.

Suddenly, it dawned on Sherlock.

"We are leaving. NOW."

Without waiting for John to respond, he grabbed the man's arm, and a moment later, they were back in Hell, the gigantic form of Cerberus looming on front of them.

It started to growl, but when it sniffed the air, it knew that scent, it was the mortal that its master had under his protection. It went quiet, going back to its guard position that it has previously been at