There were no final words. He had come just a bit too late.

But John had known that he was there. And he guessed that would have to be enough for him.

As his heart monitor flatlined, he watched John's soul leave. He tried to grab it, but it was like smoke in his fingers. It faded away, and John was gone, truly gone.

He didn't really notice the doctors and nurses come in and pushed Sherlock to the side. They tried to resuscitate him, but Sherlock knew that of course it was no use.

They called the time of death, too busy with John to see that the man that had been there faded into nothingness.

Sherlock arrived back in Hell a moment later.

"AHHHHHH!!!!" In a fit of anger, he shot of bolts of lighting all around, screaming up to the heavens, destroying the rock around him. Even Cerberus retreated into another room. It had seen his masters very rare foul moods, and knew better than to get int he way.

Sherlock stormed around, destroying whatever he could find, until he was drained. He collapsed into his chair, his head in his hands.