He squeezed Sherlock's hand and smiled. He was happy to see Sherlock. He had spent the past fifty years hoping that he would see the man again. And now here he was and he could die in peace. He closed his eyes, the life fading from him.
John Watson was gone.
But his soul could not be taken to the Underworld no. He was a descendant, it would go elsewhere to be reborn.
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Date: 2018-02-06 07:52 pm (UTC)John Watson was gone.
But his soul could not be taken to the Underworld no. He was a descendant, it would go elsewhere to be reborn.