Gently, she touched the spot where he kissed her. She cared for him deeply. She would do anything to see him happy again. Molly could only hope that something would unlock the final key to letting Hades out, but even as an Old God, she didn't know what it was. And if Zeus did, he couldn't, or wouldn't say.

It seemed that the Fates deemed that Sherlock was on his own, on this journey.

"Go, my little one." She called to him. "Go be with your winter, and when the first springs come, you will be reunited with your love."