Sherlock closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He deepened the kiss, breaking away reluctantly after a few moments.

"I can take you back to Hell with me. We can talk to the Fates and Zeus, my brother. One of them might be able to tell us more."

It sounded like he remembered some of it, but not all of it yet. Maybe it would come back in little groups? There were still many more questions than answers.