Sherman was an adult now, and a usually distant one at that. He didn't like to interact with people. Instead, he preferred working with animals. He was a doctor and a veterinarian. He heard about his adoptive father's condition over the phone when a lawyer had called him to discuss the will. "Hello… is this Mr. … Sherman?"
"It is… might I ask who's calling?" Sherman was tired. He had been feeling tired for years now, ever since they had taken him from his father. Every family they had tried to place him in had ended up in disaster. No one, it seemed, wanted a young genius, no one, save for a genius dog by the name of Mr. Peabody. He had just come out of age where he needed to be a state ward. When asked what last name he wanted he simply wrote down the only one he ever wanted, "Peabody".
"This is Mr. Harmon, I'm a lawyer and I've been asked to inform you about Mr. Peabody, he's…" He stumbled a bit here, unsure of how the young man would react. He had read some of the files, but was still unsure as to what this boy had seen out of the dog, as were many others, but there were a few who understood a little bit about what was so great. Not many though, knew the real Mr. Peabody.
"When did it happen and where?" Sherman sighed. He felt his own heart for a second. It pounded weakly. His father was gone.
"He's in some sort of ice chamber in his apartment still, we couldn't get him out of there. He left you everything, including a set of letters and a new element which he had named 'Shermanium.' I don't understand why though."
"He's my father, he wanted me to have what I needed to live, even without him there to guide me." Sherman sighed in a little relief when he heard about the cryogenic chamber. It meant there was a chance he could be saved. He once more looked at his watch. "I'll be at the apartment to look him over as well as anything else there before tomorrow. Please be advised that I will know if anything is missing from my father's apartment. I know him better than any of you would ever believe." He hung up the phone and started towards his car. He was going home.
He arrived there just after six at night. He let himself up to the penthouse and reached into his pocket for his house key, something that had not been taken away from him when they took him. When he opened the door he did not know what to expect. What he found was a dusty apartment in which his room was the only clean one in the whole place. He made his way towards Mr. Peabody's lab and sighed as he found the cryogenics chamber. He did a scan to see what was wrong with the old white beagle and evaluated the problem. He had a weakened heart, much like Sherman, from depression and loneliness as well as a kidney that needed to be replaced, thankfully there were cloned organs for such an emergency. Sherman thawed his father out and had him on a medical bed that was always in the lab in case of such problems.
He then read over the letter that had been left for him. He was to receive the WABAC, as his father had called the time machine. It was like a large red ball ironically enough, since his father was no normal dog. He put the letter down after reading the plea from his father. Mr. Peabody had asked him to go back in time and go to the trial, as there had been no lawyer to help him keep Sherman; he wanted him to help him. He smirked though as he had read his father assuring him that it was all his choice if his life was in fact better without him. It wasn't.
