"I don't want to go," whimpered Sherlock holding tighter onto John, even as his body was turning to dust.
John's heart was crying out in agony as he gripped just as hard onto Sherlock. He had just gotten the genius back, and now he was losing him.
"It's alright Sherlock," John lied with tears in his eyes as he reached out and cupped Sherlock's disintegrating cheek. "I've got you, I've got you."
Sherlock gave John a trembling smile, as a tear escaped his own eye. He leaned into John's palm, "Good-bye John."
John gave out a cry of anguish as Sherlock finished crumbling to dust, leaving nothing of the genius behind.