The feeling, it was a low, tingling feeling in his gut.

Sherlock went down a few roads, following his intuition... and he found that as he did, the feeling got a little stronger, and a little stronger. The closer he got, the more the warm feeling inside of him grew and radiated outwards.

He broke into a run, following the feeling now. He had no idea how close he was, but he knew he was getting closer.

"Persephone. I will be there soon Wait for me." He yelled to the heavens, not giving a shit if anyone else heard him right now.