“There’s a white light that I’ve seen since my death, always on the periphery. I suppose we should head toward that.”

“Holmes, why didn’t you go to it before?” I admonished. “Suppose it leads to heaven?”

He held my shoulders and looked at me, his eyes fierce. “If such a place exists, it would be meaningless without you.”

Okay. You've broken me again. So beautiful. So tragic and uplifting at once. Holmes always at Watson's side. I also loved the cyclonic protective!Holmes. Great thought, that!

BRAVA! And thanks to Alicia, wherever she may be, for inspiring this lovely fic.