Sherlock's voice was annoyed. "I am not sure how many different ways that I can tell you that I cannot go back to the Overworld for another mortal year. And I have no one else here to send you back. I am not going to tell you again. You are apparently not nearly as intelligent as I thought at first. A shame. I thought you would be a fun little plaything. Maybe I should just get rid of you now. I'm willing to take my brother's ire."

Lightening crackled from his fingers. He started to advance on John, his eyes dark.

"I'll give you a moment to beg for your life before I kill you."