Mr. Peabody sighed as he watched James being carried away in one of the two ambulances, in the other ambulance Sherman was being checked over. He growled at the thought of James getting medical attention, that man shouldn't have any! not after what he did! Still, he was gone and never coming back, him or Joel.

Peabody looked over to were Sherman was, he was sitting on the back of the ambulance. a thin brown blanket wrapped around his shoulder's, while the paramedic was checking the boy over, a police officer, a real one, Peabody checked this time, was talking to Sherman, Getting the boy's side of things. After a few minutes, the officer, Officer Barley, walked up to Peabody.

"Welp, your boy should heal just fine, I suggest putting some cream on that hand of his to stop an infection from comin' on, but that's just me." The officer said as he pulled on his lose fitting pants.

Officer Barely was the stereotypical officer, round and pudgy with a big mustache that covered his face. His face in general was a natural red color and his hair was receding fast. He couldn't be older than forty or fifty.

"So, what's going to happen to James and Matthew?" Peabody asked, Officer Barely shrugged slightly, his mustache twitched a bit on his face.

"Right now, James has to heal up before anything, Matthew on the other hand, we have a recorded confession from him, about Officer Kirkland...I just can't believe it. I mean Kirkland was kind of introverted but the fact that nobody in the whole precinct noticed anything different...It's sad. It really is." He, Barely sighed deeply and shook his head. Peabody leaned against a cop car and looked at Sherman once again.

Mr. Peabody frowned, Sherman didn't look happy, you wouldn't be either, but, It's like...a small light had left his eyes.

"Can I give you another suggestion?" Officer Barely asked when he noticed Peabody's gaze. The dog shrugged and then nodded.

"Go ahead."

"Get that kid therapy, lots and lotsa therapy."

Peabody looked at Barely, the officer looked at the dog back, he wasn't joking.

"I'm sure, Sherman is fine." Peabody told the cop, he was met with a snort.

"Please, that kid was kidnapped, he ate some rotten food-"

"He ate bad food?" Peabody asked in slight surprise, Sherman never told him this yet.

"Yeah, keep an eye on him for the next twenty-four hours, trust me, I ate bad pork once too, it doesn't end well... anyway, I digress, He's still a child, being kidnapped, and dragged to the middle of nowhere can and will weigh heavy on him, get him a therapist."

Before Peabody could protest any more, static came from Barely's radio in his car, the officer walked away, Peabody walked up to Sherman. His poor boy, he was just staring at the ground a dull look in his eyes, his legs swinging idly off the edge of the ambulance.

"Sherman?" Mr. Peabody spoke, the boy looked at him, his eyes full of sadness, Peabody frowned at this, maybe Barely was right. Maybe a therapist would be good for Sherman. Peabody sat next to his boy and just hugged him, Sherman hugged him back, he had no clue how long they stayed like that. Still, he did not let go. If it wasn't for officer Barely telling them they could go home, he probably would of never let go...

Ok, shorty chapter, but there is going to be an epilogue and after that a couple of one-shots here and there based off this story. Oh, in case you haven't guessed, my other story 'the peanut effect' has nothing to do with this little series I have planned.