A/N: Geez, has it been a while. Looks like a couple of weeks when I look at it! Anywho, I've finally gotten around to updating (Me: Holy crap! 1002 views O.o Epic!) So here comes an update.

Chapter Summary: Lets visit Sherman for a little bit and then we'll see what Peabody is up to as he attempts to outwit time itself.

Additional Notes: As a bonus treat, I have decided to post a picture of ONE scene from this story. Which ever reviewer is able to guess which scene it is going to be will be featured in the photo (or whatever they want to be seen that is age appropriate)

In the cold streets of a California alley way, a little red-haired boy looked down at the article in his hands. It was a clipping from the Have You Seen Me section of the newspaper, the child this week being himself. Looking around the dark area he was in, he slowly closed his eyes and tried to call back the one thing that always gave him comfort when he was frightened. It was the memory of a dream, or at least what he thought was a dream, of a little white dog, and his crazy little time machine. Taking a deep breath of frosty air, the boy attempted to drift off into an uneasy sleep...

"Who are you?" The dog in the witness stand said, folding his arms in a disproving way over his chest.

Sherman blinked in a confused way. The dog had always been so loving in all of his dreams, and yet now, he just seemed cold and bitter. Now if this alone did not confuse the boy, then this next part did.

"Sherman!" The voice of the dog before him called out, but this time his voice sounded farther away, and more frantic.

"Do you know this child?" The judge asked suddenly, having not noticed the second voice.

"No. Not at all." The dog said, turning towards the judge.

"But you will." Sherman piped up sweetly, trying to coax the dog he was used to out.

"Sherman! Don't tell him that!" The second voice piped up, sounding a little louder by now.

Never once did anyone look to the back of the room to find the true source of the voice. All eyes were still on the very confused dog that stood in the stands and the even more confused little boy who stood before him. While Sherman wanted to turn and inspect the source of the second sound, he chose not to, fearing that it might wake him up from the dream he was having.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" The dog asked, adjusting his wide rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose.

"In the future, I'm your son, and we go on lots of cool trips together." Sherman said, folding his arms behind his back and smiling a tad at the fond words.

In real life, he always wanted a dad that would refer to him as a son. He always wanted someone who was a gentle and caring soul like the dog that had visited him in his dreams ever since he was capable of processing a coherent thought. Unfortunately, he had been stuck into the Petersons' family. The father, being much like the dog in this dream was. Cold and bitter, and uncaring for the child.

"No... Idiot!" The second voice muttered, and Sherman heard it and winced at the cruel word.

"I do not have a son yet," The white animal said in a disproving way. "Even if I did, why on Earth would it you? I am a very busy dog, and someone with your- Energetic nature, does not seem a good fit, now does it?"

Freezing in place, the boy attempted to process everything he had just been told but found that he couldn't. Instead, Sherman stood unmoving from his spot, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth hung open a bit. Slowly, his eyes turned to the judge, who looked disapproving at the dog in the stand.

"Sherman!" The voice called again and instantly, Sherman turned to face it, hoping that it would wake him up from this horrible dream.

In an instant, his wet eyes flew opened. He discovered that they were wet, not only from the cold rain that had begun to fall since he fell asleep, but also because he had begun to cry during so. Rolling onto his side, he shut his eyes and hugged himself, letting only a few whimpers escape him as he attempted to cry silently. The only thing that shut him up at that second, was the sound of his name being called.

"Sherman!" It wasn't the voice from the dream, or a voice he really wanted to hear at that moment.

It was the voice of his adopted father, Mr. Peterson. Panicking, the ginger boy jumped to his feet and darted off further into the alley way, desperate to get away from the man. It wasn't that his home life now was an awful one, not at all like that. He had a warm roof over his head and food like a normal child would want. The problem came with the family itself. He had a little sister, Penny, now. Though she was not to happy about having a new sibling and would often find several ways to get her 'brother' in trouble, and when that happened, his new 'mom' would often take her side while Mr. Peterson (He couldn't bring himself to call him dad) would either shove him in a closet to think about what he had done, or would just send him up to his room and ignore him for the rest of the evening and most of the day. That's what lead him to run away from their new home.

"I can't go back there!" He exclaimed to himself in a hush tone, fearing being heard.

"Where is that little brat?" The old man's voice could be heard echoing down the near empty alley, sending a shiver down the child's spine.

His outline could be seen as clear as day from the alley's entrance, a flash of lightning behind him made him look all the more menacing. Sherman held his breath, and just prayed to anyone listening that he would go away soon. Luckily, within seconds, the man turned on his heels, and walked away. Sherman sighed in relief and was about to walk out of the alley when someone grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards the darkened area. A hand was clapped over his mouth a few seconds later. Who ever this person was, he was a lot stronger than the little boy who try if he may, could not get away.

"Leaving already?" The voice croaked, gripping his small wrist a little tighter and beginning to drag him. "Why don't you stop and stay a while...?"

To Be Continued...