Mr. Peabody happily sighed as he took a sip of his tea, It's been four months since James kidnapped Sherman, everything was looking up and bright.

For starters, James was put in prison on multiple charges, Some old, like the warrant he evaded and the attempted murder on his wife. Then there were the newer charges, Kidnapping of a minor, accomplice in the case with Joel Kirkland, as well as pretending to even be related to Sherman when he wasn't, add child abuse on top of it all and James had a neat little package. No, James wasn't going to be bothering them. In fact, Peabody went to court hearings and spoke in a couple, he absolutely forbade Sherman from going or speaking. The boy seemed quite alright with that.

Then, there was Matthew, the brains of it all, Peabody found out. Oh, man, was the dog surprised with Matthew got it worse than James. Impersonating a cop, identity theft, Kidnap of a minor and a torture of an adult, accomplice in Sherman's kidnapping, and a couple other minor charges on top of it all. Needless to say, those two will not be coming back in future. Which was beyond good.

Sherman was recovering quite nicely as well, his eyes shining again, his goofy smile coming back, him tripping over himself, best of all his nightmares even stopped. Of course, if it wasn't for therapy, Sherman still not might not be himself. Of course by now, Sherman was back in school, doing nicely, getting all A's, hanging out with his friends. It was all doing good.

Still, Mr. Peabody remembered when the therapist finally found the root of Sherman's nightmares...It wasn't what Peabody expected that was for sure.

-flashback transition-

"Please, Mr. Peabody sit." Dr. Michals asked the dog as Sherman walked out and waited in the waiting room, Mr. Peabody sat down on the hard plastic chair that was just across from the therapist, this was something they would normally do after a session.

Dr. Pamela Michals was a woman in her late forties, she had long wavy brown hair that she always kept in a pony tail, it also seemed to be graying a bit. Her skin was a nice olive color and her eyes a pretty hazel. She was always soft spoken and hardly ever had to raise her voice. She was a little on the chubby side but that never bothered the dog or Sherman for that matter.

"Now, Mr. Peabody, I have made some real progress with Sherman, I must say." Dr. Michals said as she opened a folder, Mr. Peabody shifted a bit in his seat.

"Oh? Please explain." Peabody urged her on. She looked at her notes for a few seconds before continuing.

"Mr. Peabody, you told me that you believe these nightmares are of James Walters doing, correct?" She asked, Mr. Peabody scoffed.

"I don't believe, I know."

"Well, you were wrong."

Mr. Peabody straightened at this, his eyes narrowed, he was feeling challenged by this woman.

"Come again?" He asked her, she took out a piece of paper and handed it too him, it was a drawing, one of Sherman's. It showed grunion trying to take Sherman away while the boy tried to reach Peabody.

"Almost everyone of his pictures are like this, it's either James, or that woman. Those are his nightmares, him being taken away from you. Oh well, except for the one he drew today." She reached into the folder and pulled out another picture. "This one is a little...disturbing..." She added as she handed the picture to Peabody.

Peabody sighed and rubbed his eyes, when he saw it.

"I had thought I stopped him from seeing this..." Peabody told Dr. Michals.

It was James at the bar, bleeding out of his nose and mouth, Peabody wasn't sure, but he was guessing the little white spots on the table were teeth.

"Well, you didn't. But, besides that one picture it appears that the only thing haunting Sherman, is just being taken away from you."

"I keep telling Sherman-"

"That nobody is going to take him away? James did, Grunion almost did."

"But he came back to me in the end."

"Yes, he did, he's happy about that, but just very, scratch that, extremely upset that so many people want him away from you. It's causing many scenario to pop in his head how he can be taken away, which in turn-"

"Is causing the nightmares." He finished her sentence and she nodded.

"May I make a suggestion?" She asked, leaning back in her chair, she started to write something down on something inside the folder.

"You're the therapist."

"Sleeping pills. Dreamless sleeping pills." She said, tapping her pencil on the paper, all the while looking at the dog.

"Wait? what? no! That's not solving the problem. That's masking it!"

"Mr. Peabody, I honestly don't think these dreams will 'just stop' on their own, give him a couple of pills a night-"

"No, I'm not drugging my child end of discussion. I think I heard enough..." With that Mr. Peabody hopped down from the chair and walked out.

"The offer is still on the table, anytime."

-End of Flashback-

He had talked to Sherman about it afterwards. It was a long talk, Sherman wound up crying a bit in the end, but still, in the end, everything was discussed and ever sense that talk, not one nightmare, he didn't need drugs, just a talk. It made Peabody wonder Dr. Michals a bit. Still, everything is fine now, no need for drugs and no more worrying about James and Matthews.

Next week was Sherman's eighth birthday. Peabody had some planning to do.