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Back in England the next day, Ferb was helping his grandparents around their cottage. He helped bring stuff up to their attic, fixed a couple of squeaky doors, replaced a couple of light bulbs, repaired their cook stove and did a couple of other odd jobs around the house.

While he was standing up on a chair tightening in a light fixture, his grandmother walked over to him, carrying a glass of lemonade,

"Ferb dear, take a break… we're not letting you stay here so you can slave away all day."

Ferb wiped his brow and hopped off of the chair, "Just trying to keep busy grandma…"

"I know but you need a break right now. Here, have some of my homemade lemonade."

Ferb smiled gratefully and picked up the glass. He sipped at the cold drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He gave his grandma a thumb up, which made her chuckle. After tousling his hair she spoke,

"Give yourself a ten minute break before getting back to work."

"I will grandma, and thank you…"

She smiled at him before turning around and walking back down the stairs. Ferb sat down on the chair and began sipping at his drink some more. While doing so, Ferb drew up a plan in his mind. He had to figure out a way to leave the house for a couple of hours without his grandparents knowing. Getting out of the house would be one thing; coming back is a whole other story.

He sighed and gulped down the rest of his drink, before climbing back up on the chair to finish his work. Once he was done, he placed the chair back and walked back down the stairs. He found his grandma writing down something and sticking it into her purse. She looked up at Ferb and smiled,

"I'm going into the city to pick up fresh produce for dinner. Would you like to come with me, dear?"

Ferb shook his head.

"Well do you at least want anything special for dinner or dessert? Anything at all?"

Ferb thought for a moment, "Some strawberry pie sounds good to me."

"Strawberry pie it is then… okay, your grandfather is in his study if you need him. Please promise me that you won't work anymore today. Why don't you settle down and read a book? You've done enough for us today."

Ferb smiled and nodded, "Don't worry grandma… I'll find something else to do other then work today."

"Good boy," his grandma leaned up and gave him a kiss, "I'll be back soon then."

Ferb waved and watched as his grandma walked out the door. He peeked out the window and watched as a cab picked her up and drove off. After waiting a minute or two, Ferb ran upstairs to his room and closed the door. He pulled out his laptop from his bag and started it up. He was lucky that his grandparents decided to get Internet a couple of years ago, thanks to his grandpa's slight obsession with online chess.

He started searching online for something in specific. Once he found what he was looking for, he pulled out a notepad and a pen. After scribbling down a few notes, he tore out the paper and stuck it into his pocket. He shut down his laptop and grabbed one of his jackets. After tiptoeing back down the stairs, he snuck out the front door and quickly darted out to the road. He thought he was in the clear, when he heard someone call out to him,

"Ferb my boy, where on earth are you going?"

Ferb froze in place and looked back at his grandpa, who was standing in the doorway.

Ferb scratched his neck and called back, "I'm going for a little run grandpa, I'll be back in time for dinner."

He winced at his lie, but felt somewhat relieved when his grandpa seemed to buy it,

"Well alright then, please be careful."

Ferb gave him a thumb up and started sprinting down the road. He silently thanked his father for convincing him to take up running in school. He'll be in the city in no time. Ten to fifteen minutes tops…

"Phineas! Come on down sweetie, it's time for dinner."

Lawrence sat himself down at the table and sighed slightly. Linda walked over to him and kissed his forehead. After giving him a reassuring smile, she looked back towards the stairs,

"Phineas! Dinnertime!"

Lawrence looked up at her, "He's been locked in his room all day, hasn't he?"

Linda nodded sadly, "Yes he has… I think he still blames himself for Ferb's disappearance. I wish there was someway we could cheer him up."

"Well hopefully he'll cheer up when he has his brother back… speaking of which, why isn't he coming down still?"

Lawrence stood and walked over to the staircase, "Phineas it's time for dinner, we're not going to wait any longer for you!"

There was no answer. Lawrence narrowed his eyes and began climbing the stairs. When he reached the bedroom, he knocked on the door and stuck his head in, "Phineas? Son are you okay?"

He looked around the room and saw that Phineas wasn't anywhere in the room. He scratched his head and wondered if Phineas perhaps went out for a walk. Lawrence's heart froze when he saw a not lying on Phineas's bed. He walked over to it and picked it up to read it,

Mom and dad,

I'm so sorry for doing this, but I just have to talk to Ferb. And I can't wait for him to come home. I'm sorry and I'll accept any punishment you choose to throw out at me, but right now I need to see my big brother.

Your son, Phin

Lawrence moaned and quickly went to run downstairs.

"Linda daring! We have a problem!"

Linda came out from the dining room, "What is it? Is Phineas alright?"

He sighed and handed her the note. She read it over and her hand flew to her mouth. She looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes,

"Honey he… he went to… to…?"

Lawrence nodded his head sadly, "I'm afraid so…"

"What are we going to do?"

"I… I don't know…"

Linda stood up from her chair and walked into her husband's embrace. He held her tight and started thinking about the possibility of going to England and retrieving both of their sons…

Sure enough, Ferb made it into London in no time. Luckily he wasn't going anywhere near the market. That's where he guesses his grandmother would be shopping. No, where he's going is much more homelier looking. He walked the streets and watched the street signs, waiting to find the right ones. He looked at the directions he scribbled down on the note once more, and began to follow them. He finally found one right sign, so he sprinted down that road until he found another right road. After a while, he stood in front of an all too familiar street. This was the street he was brought home from the hospital on the day of his birth, and it was the same street he left forever with his father when he was only four years old.

He slowly began walking down the street and watched as he passed by some mailboxes. He counted each one, and watched, as the numbers got higher. He froze in front of the number '76' and looked at the house. It looked exactly like any of the houses on this street, except for the fact that this house held some of Ferb's earlier memories. He exhaled deeply and began walking up the driveway. A thought crossed his mind, as he walked what if she didn't live here anymore? What if she sold the house and moved on to who knows where? Those thoughts didn't stop him from reaching out and ringing the doorbell.

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