John finally got up and came out of the room, looking for Sherlock. Over the years, he had grown to like the man. But they had barely said more than two words to one another.

He crossed the space, ignoring the three headed dog until he stood in front of the god. His companion.

"I need you." He said after a moment, "And you need me."

He was tired of ignoring him, being ignored. He was tired of living this solitary life.