Sherlock used the excuse of John touching his hand to be their conduit. In a flash, they were back at the entrance of Hell. Once again, Cerberus raised its head to confirm who had arrived, then lazily settled back down, not even giving John a second glance any more.
Another flash, and they were back in the throne room, where Sherlock let go of his hand. "I am not sure how it will work with you. I feel a... something. I guess you could call it a magical tingle, every time a soul is ready to come to Hell. It doesn't always happen right at the moment of death, sometimes a mortal needs time to.. deal with something before they go. That time... the Between, that is what you will be dealing with."
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Date: 2018-02-24 06:25 pm (UTC)Another flash, and they were back in the throne room, where Sherlock let go of his hand. "I am not sure how it will work with you. I feel a... something. I guess you could call it a magical tingle, every time a soul is ready to come to Hell. It doesn't always happen right at the moment of death, sometimes a mortal needs time to.. deal with something before they go. That time... the Between, that is what you will be dealing with."