Sherman stood on his toes but it didn't help, the window was just too high, his fingers barely reached the end of the window. He looked around the best he could, his eyes getting use to the darkness. He grabbed a box, it was slightly heavy but not too heavy. Placing it down on the ground in front of the window. Standing on the box, Sherman reached up, still not tall enough. Getting off the box, he stacked another on top of it, the best he could.

Standing up on the box, waved his arms around, the box wobbled from underneath him. Whimpering, he grasped the wall, the boxes held still and he reached up, he managed to grasp the thing that opens a window and pulled up on it. The boxes wobbled again, he let out several shaky breathes and paused. The boxes settled and he pulled on the thing again with one hand and with the other hand he managed to slide the widow up.

The window was all that big, but it might just be big enough for the seven year old.

He paused and took a deep breath, he needed to jump to get though the window. Inhaling sharply though his nose, he leaped up, of course, something went wrong. He miscalculated the leap and he found himself dangling. His forearms, head and neck outside though the window, the rest of his body dangling inside the cellar. His hissed in slight pain, his forearms digging uncomfortably in the grass. He kicked his legs against the wall, there was a loud crash behind him, he figured that the boxes fell, that meant that he had a drop waiting for him if he fell down. He had to wonder if this was how Mufasa felt when the lion was dangling for his life.

Sherman moved his forearms out the most he could and the dragged his body towards his arms. It was working. He felt his body slide out of the widow, he looked behind him and nodded, halfway though. He took a deep breath, the widow was a bit of a tight squeeze, still a bruised side was better than being with this maniac. Taking another deep breath, Sherman dragged himself forward a little more, almost there! He turned quickly so he was on his back and got his feet out normally. He was free.

Standing, he dusted himself off, the only light he had was coming from the moon, it wasn't a full moon, more a less a quarter moon, still it gave him enough light to see the road. Getting to his feet, he walked to the road, the road wasn't paved, it was rocky. He looked around, nothing going down the street, nothing going up the street. He had to make a decision quick, he didn't even know if James was sleeping or not.

Sherman then snapped his fingers remembering something, there was a bar on the way to the shack. At least it looked like a bar, still it was something. It was pretty far though, like a mile or two up the road. It was his only hope. He walked away from the road and more towards the forest. Incase James noticed he was missing and went to find him, he could easily hide behind a tree or dive into the darkness of the woods.

He started to walk, the leaves underneath his feet crunching with each step. He shuddered and kept his arms close, it was a chilly night and having on his school uniform didn't help him warm up. He shakily let out a breath and continued to walk, it was creepy being near a forest at night, who knows what's lurking behind those trees?

After a few minutes of nothing but the leaves crunching beneath his feet, he heard something, it was a slight humming noise. It was a car. Turning around, he saw two headlights in the distance, wasting no time, he dived into the darkness of the forest. He whimpered when he felt his palm get sliced into by numerous thorns. When the car passed, Sherman sighed with relief, not only was the car gone, but it wasn't even James's. Getting up, he walked out of the forest, he was pretty sure that his hand was bleeding and that thorns where still embedded in his flesh, but he still continued to walk.

After about five minutes of silent walking, he saw lights up a head, it was the bar! What's better? it was open and there were motorcycles that meant that people were inside! Wasting no more time, he ran, he ran as fast as his legs allowed him. He almost fell a couple of times, but he refused to stop running.

Finally, he made it to the front doors. Out of breath, sweaty, dirty, and bleeding he made it. The doors were glass doors so you could see in, the whole building was adorned in neon lights for different kinds of beer, cigarettes, and, for some reason, soda. A soda, sounded great right about now. Slowly, he pressed against the door and pushed it open.

A blast of refreshing cold air hit him, but he couldn't relish in it for long, the moment he stepped though all eyes where on him. Of course, a bleeding, dirty, kid walking into a bar that's in the middle of nowhere would be the main attraction. Sherman felt his heart beat faster as he looked at the people.

Bikers, big, giant, scary, tattooed bikers. Maybe he shouldn't of walked into the bar.

One of the bikers, one of the giants, you could probably fit twenty normal sized people in his pants, walked up to Sherman.

He had a balding head with pepper colored hair, looked to be in his late sixties, a handle bar mustache was on his face, the same color of his hair. He was wearing a leather vest that had several stitched on badges. His pants where normal, slightly baggy, blue jeans and leather boots to finish it off. His skin was a slight tannish color. He opened his mouth, he was missing a few teeth and the rest either had very visible cavities or where a sickening yellow color.

Sherman found himself fidgeting around, was this man going to hurt him?!

The man stopped just a few inches from Sherman, and then got down on one of his knees so he was eye level with the boy. Then in a, surprisingly, sweet voice spoke.

"Are you lost, little boy?"

Sherman slowly nodded.

The man turned his head and yelled out.

"We got a lost one here!"

Much to Sherman's surprise, a few of the bikers seemed to relax at that. A couple of them pulled out their phones, probably going to call the cops or something.

"Here, let me see that." The man said as he took Sherman's injured hand. Sherman gasped out when he saw it himself, he hadn't realized it was so bad. several thorns stuck out of his palm, some looked pretty deep in, he had blood running from several of holes in his hand, it had ran all the way down to his elbow. Looking down at the ground, he saw a few splats of blood on the wooden floor.

"Sandra!" The man called out and a woman pushed her way passed a few bikers.

She was smaller than this man, her hair was a silvery white that she seemed to have spiked up, Like the man, she had on a leather vest that had several badges stitched on. Her jeans weren't blue but black and she had on leather heeled boots. She also looked to be in her late sixties.

She bent down and looked at Sherman's hand, she moved it around, and the nodded.

"I think I have tweezers in my purse that can get those thorns out, I'm sure Mary-ann might have some bandages...I know for a fact she has alcohol."

Sherman looked at her and then, in a very scared voice, said, "I want to call my dad first."

"You know his number?" Sandra asked as she put Sherman's hand down, Sherman nodded.

"Ok, C'mon, you can call him while I get those thorns out." Sandra told him as she lead him towards the restrooms, not before grabbing her purse off a table.

She opened the women's bathroom and Sherman stopped just outside the door. Poking her head out, she looked at him and realized why he was just standing there. Sighing, she walked out of the women's bathroom and into the men's. Sherman happily followed.

"Ok, here, dial his number then give me your hand." She ordered softly as she handed her phone to the small boy. Sherman did as he was told, dialing Mr. Peabody's number into the phone, he rested it against his cheek and neck while he gave Sandra his hand. She started to pluck up the thorns, Sherman shut his eyes as he did so.

"Please, answer...Mr. Peabody...please...answer..."

-Transition-Peabody and Joel-

Joel sighed as he looked though the darkened windows of the abandoned house, there was no James. Mr. Peabody huffed slightly, it couldn't of been that easy to just find the guy and his son.

He knew the moment they walked out of Mr. Joel's squad car that this place had long since been abandoned. The smell was stale, very stale. No Walters, no Sherman. They back into the squad car, shutting both of their doors, Mr. Peabody rubbed his eyes, he was tired and he had a headache, but it didn't matter, there was no way he could sleep with Sherman missing. He looked at the time that shown on the radio.

It was almost midnight.

Joel looked at the tired dog and spoke slowly to Mr. Peabody.

"Why don't we call it a-"

"Don't you dare. I will not call it a night, I will never call it a night! It is impossible for me to call it a night! I need Sherman home!"

"I understand that, but, Peabody, look at yourself! You're tired, there is no way you can think right, not in this state!"

"I don't care."

Joel sighed, this dog sure was stubborn. He put the car out of park and backed back into the street, he then drove forward.

After a few seconds of silent driving, there was a noise, Mr. Peabody knew this noise of course, it was his cellphone. He picked it up, Joel looked quickly at him then back at the road.

"Who is it?" Joel asked, not taking his eyes off of the road.

"I don't know."

"Answer it, it might be James, or Sherman. Put it on speaker. "

He, Peabody, looked at the phone in his paw, it rang a few more times and finally he answered it, making sure it was on speaker for Joel.

"Hello?" Peabody asked, there was a few seconds of crackling silence, then he head it.

"Mr. Peabody?"

"Sherman! Sherman where are you?! are you hurt!?" He yelled frantically, almost instantly, Joel pulled to the side of the road and looked at the phone. They both waited eagerly for a response. After a few, painstakingly, heartbeats. Sherman spoke.

"I don't know...ow... I'm in some sort of bar-hm? Sandra says this bar is called Dillie's outhouse."

"WHY ARE YOU IN A BAR!?" Peabody yelled over the phone.

"It was the only place around!" Sherman said, a slight whine in his voice, Peabody calmed down, slowly, he took several deep breaths and then spoke.

"Sherman...are you safe?"

"I think so. Ow."

Joel snapped his fingers and Peabody looked at what he was snapping at, laptop in his lap.

"It's about thirty minutes away." Joel said and Peabody nodded.

"Sherman, I'm coming there, don't leave!"

"Ok. Mr. Peabody?"

"Yes, Sherman?"

"Can you stay on the phone with me?"

"Of course, Sherman."

Joel turned the car around and drove off towards the direction of the bar, Mr. Peabody kept his phone to his ear and took several deep breaths, Sherman was alive, he sounded scared, but he was alive. That was all Mr. Peabody needed to wake up.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! The reunion will be next chapter or will it? who knows ~ I don't regret adding bikers they look scary but they can be the sweetest people. My grandfather is a biker and he spoils me.