"Also dead," says Sherlock, "come to think of it. We are accumulating quite the entourage."
"Well, let's collect him, too, then," shrugs Golden. And she teleports them all again and wishes again.
"And now," says the nearest Sherlock, patting him on the back, "we can leave."
"Tony's parents," says the other Sherlock. "And I do honestly believe we can stop there."
"Can we really, or do they also have an assortment of dead friends and relatives? We can check that they have not yet been woken, but really, if they haven't, this is getting absurd. We are going to take care of this entire place, we just need more of us to do it, and before we are ready we had best not attract attention from the nebulously defined 'management'."
"I've been living without my parents for a while, I can keep doing it," Tony volunteers. "But thanks, Sherry. I love you, Sherry."
"Out we go." Port. "Thank you, Nathan, you may return to Aurum," she tells her Imperial Minister of Temporal Affairs when everyone is back into the bar.
"No problem, Your Majesty," says Nathan. "Welcome to not being Downside anymore, folks!" He shuts the door, opens it, and goes home.
"I suppose a round of explanations are in order," she says.
Juliet goes very still at the pounding noise from the door.
She gets up to read the sign.
She turns around and looks at her Minus-Sherlock.
"What happened?"
"I thought I might - might turn out okay. Like you. I guess I didn't?" says Juliet, looking edgily at the door.
"No," says Golden shortly. "Here, come away with me for a bit, I have something to tell you that you won't like." And she ushers Juliet into the other bedroom and shuts the door.
"So... you're a vampire," he says.
She looks like she's being eaten alive by some admixture of guilt and revulsion.
"Do you want to kill her or should I?" she asks Minus in a small voice.