Carmelita drove Penelope home, who was still in handcuffs. Silvester awkwardly sat in the passenger seat, unsure how to really react to the situation. "Where are we going?" Silvester asked.

"I'm taking Penelope home, then we are going to your sister." Carmelita gripped the steering wheel.

Silvester nervously looked out the window. "Is Skylar okay?"

Carmelita smiled remembering Skylar and the muffins. "She is okay, but she is going to be in the hospital for a little while."

"Sky is gonna die." Silvester started to cry. Penelope could not really hear much of the conversation through the glass, so she appeared as if she didn't care what was going on.

"Skylar is not going to die. She simply has a broken nose. She is going to be fine."

Penelope kicked on Carmelita's seat, trying to let her know she was trying to speak. "Oh geez." Carmelita pushed a button on her control panel, lowering the glass so she could hear Penelope. "I'm sorry. I forgot I had the glass up."

"Turn on Milton street and you'll see my house." Penelope stated.

Carmelita turned on the street Penelope was referring to. She drove slowly to ensure she would not miss her house.

"Okay, it's a small trailer with a red mailbox." She sternly instructed.

Carmelita quickly noticed the home and parallel parked the patrol car. She also noticed the van that was tailgating her the other day and furrowed her brow. She walked over to the back seat and ushered Penelope out. "So you were the one who was tailgating me."

"Sorry." Penelope ducked her head to avoid the car. "I was trying to get your attention."

Carmelita ignored this and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing Penelope's now sore wrists. She did not, however, release the ankle monitor. "I'll know if you don't uphold your end of the deal." She threatened.

Penelope rubbed her wrists. "I promise I won't. Just come back when you can and I'll show you how to get to Sly."

Carmelita shut the back door and climbed back into the driver's seat. She closed her door and observed Penelope walk to her front door, simply opening it without it being locked. She then noticed a small child resembling her, giving her a hug. "I didn't know Penelope had a kid." She murmured.

"Hey!" Silvester pointed at the child. "That's Savannah from my class!"

Carmelita decided not to question further about this, as the child had no relation to her case. She was more focused on getting back to her daughter quickly, as she was starting to worry a bit. Bentley never called, so she knew that nothing terrible had happened. Still, she wanted to get back quickly, she is her mother after all. She stepped on the gas and drove all the way back to the hospital rather quickly, scaring Silvester.

"Mom, you're going a bit fast…" He stuttered. "Skylar is okay, isn't she?"

Carmelita slowed down a bit, realizing she was going a bit too fast. "Skylar is fine, your uncle is watching her right now." Carmelita reminded herself of finding Silvester at the sandwich shop. "Why were you at the sandwich shop anyway?"

Silvester sighed. "Well I was afraid Penelope was going to leave and never come back. I figured I'd go talk to her and fill in Sky later." He looked out the window with sad eyes, observing each building go by as his mother drove. "You weren't supposed to show up." He blurted without thought.

Carmelita gripped the wheel. "Well, I know that. Skylar told me the 'brilliant' plan." She quickly slowed down to a stop, realizing a stop light was turning red. She turned over to Silvester, who was brushing his fur on his tail with his fingers. "Why didn't you just talk to me, Silver?"

He looked up at her. "Well, I wanted to, but Skylar mentioned you and Penelope weren't on good terms or something, so I didn't want to get in trouble."

"You're always worried you're in trouble and you never are." She gritted her teeth. "I don't understand, Silvester. It's like you make up things in your head that aren't even real. You're always worried about SOMETHING, and it seems nobody can clear your mind about it." The stop light turned green, so she tapped the gas pedal to get her car moving.

Silvester lowered his head. "I don't want you to be mad, mom."

Carmelita didn't respond. Silvester has always been like this, ever since he was little. His anxiety sometimes got so bad he was impossible to calm down. Carmelita remembered when he was just a toddler, about 2 years old. She had dressed him in an adorable baseball outfit with black sneakers and a matching hat. She wanted him to look his best for a playdate at the park.

Before they left, Silvester had taken off his hat and lost it on the floor. Carmelita was visibly irritated as it took her forever to dress him up. She remembered when she retrieved the hat, Silvester was already gone into hiding. She couldn't explain why. She never laid a finger on her kids. Sure she may have yelled, mainly at Skylar, but she never understood why Silvester was always afraid of making her angry.

Silvester was always funny about the things he wears and his behavior. He does NOT like hats, despite Carmelita insisting he looks adorable in them. He blurts out things without thinking, often embarrassing his mother and sister. He even at one point only walked on his tiptoes, but this was only briefly. He has always liked his things in a certain way and got really upset when big changes happened.

"I'm kind of worried if dad comes back." Silvester groaned.

Carmelita snapped out of her flashback, wondering what provoked her son to say this. "Why do you say that?"

"I don't think he's going to like me." Silvester sighed. "Sky is the smart one. If dad is really a thief like you said, I'm sure he's going to like Sky more than me. She's the thief.

Carmelita groaned. "I highly doubt he is going to like your sister more. I think he is going to love you both the same." She noticed his backpack with some homework sticking out. Trying to change the conversation, she decided to ask about it. "So, did you finish your homework?"

"I actually did." He smiled. "I didn't have a lot to do today."

"Well, that's good. It's good to keep up with your studies."

"Well I have to. It's the only way I'm going to be able to work on rocket ships!" Silvester smiled thinking about his most favorite thing in the world. "Oh mom, did you know that it took the first astronauts 950,000 gallons of gas to get to the moon?"

"I did not." Carmelita laughed to herself.

"Yeah, and if you wanna go to Mars, you're going to have to sit on a spaceship for seven months. I don't know about you, but it kind of sounds cool to eat vacuumed space food for a while, don't you think?"

"I'm not sure." Carmelita thought for a while, trying to entertain her son. "What kind of food do astronauts eat?"

Silvester sat up straight in his seat. He loved it when his mother asked him about stuff he loves. "Well, just imagine ice cream that doesn't even have to be frozen. In fact, it can stay fresh for an eternity!"

"Well that sounds cool." Carmelita noticed the hospital parking lot coming up. "Alright Silver, let me find a parking spot and we will go see your sister."

"Is she bleeding?" Silvester shyly asked.

"No, but she does have a bandage around her nose." Carmelita laughed. "She's probably still sleeping. I bet when she wakes up she is not going to be a happy little coon."

Carmelita parked her car and her and her son exited to the hospital entrance. Carmelita called Bentley to verify they were in the same room.

Bentley verified, so Carmelita and Silvester walked over back to the emergency room department. She didn't bother asking if Silvester could visit too, as she didn't really care. This was his sister. If he wanted to see her Carmelita wasn't going to stop that.

"So I guess they haven't found a room yet?" Carmelita asked while putting her bag on a nearby chair.

"Actually, they'll have it ready in about an hour." Bentley started to type on his portable computer that was attached to his wheelchair.

"Hey, uncle B." Silvester smiled.

"Oh, hey Silver!" Bentley folded the computer up, hitting a button to make it fold back to where it was originally. "I'm sorry about what happened. Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I think Skylar got the worst of it." He looked over at his still sleeping sister, noticing a bandage around her nose. Her cheeks were still a bit bruised, but thankfully she looked a whole lot better now compared to how she looked a few hours ago. "I didn't know she was so tired."

"Well, your sister is on sleepy medicine." Bentley laughed. "Trust me, you don't want any of that stuff."

A nurse walked into the room and noticed Silvester, but chose not to pay no mind to him. "Welcome back, Miss Fox. I just wanted to let you guys know Skylar's room was ready."

"Skylar has to stay?" Silvester looked up at his mother with worrying eyes.

Carmelita frowned. "Just for a bit. She'll be out before you know it."

"It's not, Silver." Thinking for a minute, she hatched a plan to distract her son in the meantime. "Hey, how about you and your uncle B go back home and get Skylar's things? You know where all her things are, don't you?"

Silvester frowned. "I do, but why do I have to go do it?"

Carmelita kneeled to his level. "Because your uncle B does not know what to bring her. You need to ensure he gets the right stuff."

Silvester shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then. I guess we will be back."

Bentley smiled. "I guess while we are out, we will pick up some food." He checked his watch and noticed it was almost five o'clock. "It's dinner time anyway. You want anything, Carm?"

"Yeah, but just let me know where you guys go. Don't go out of the way for me."

"Okay then." Bentley straightened his glasses. "Come on, let's get out of here Silver." Silvester hugged his mom and followed Bentley out of the emergency room building before leaving with Bentley.

The two walked, well one wheeled, over to a local bus stop right outside the parking lot. Silvester was a little surprised, forgetting his uncle couldn't drive. He's never rode on a public bus before, so he was a little nervous but more curious to find out what it was like.

"I forgot we had to take the bus." He mentioned.

"Yeah, I don't have any cool cars like your mom." Bentley responded. "I don't really drive much, however one time I actually managed to teach myself to drive a stick shift."

Silvester was now intrigued. He always wanted to know what it was like to drive a stick shift. He always saw those types of cars in racing games and movies, and always figured they went super fast. "What was it like?"

Bentley smiled, remembering the time he drove the Cooper Van by himself to save Sly and Murray. "So this is actually a funny story, kinda." He laughed for a bit. "There was this one time where your dad and our buddy Murray were actually arrested."

Silvester gasped. "Wait, they were actually arrested?"

"Well, yeah, but not for doing anything wrong exactly. That's another story, and I bet your mother could tell it better if you asked. Anyway, I had to go get them myself. That meant that I had to learn how to drive a stick shift van by myself."

"Was the van just conveniently there or did you steal it?" Silvester asked, but not accusingly.

Bentley started to laugh hard. "No! That was our Cooper Van! We drove that van EVERYWHERE. Murray usually drove that van since nobody else could drive stick shift, so when they were arrested it was up to me to learn how to drive it. It went really rough at first, but I managed to get the hang of it." Bentley soon frowned, remembering that van. That van was sentimental to everyone in the gang, even if Murray was the main driver. "After I was put in a wheelchair I couldn't drive it again, which I guess I didn't mind. I do miss that van though, and Murray."

"Does Murray have the van?"

"Oh I'm positive he still does. That van was his child." He looked over at the fox, who was now sitting on the bench but still paying attention. "I have told you about Murray, haven't I?"

Silvester straightened his blue colored shirt he was still wearing from the previous day. "You've mentioned him some I think."

"Oh. You knew about his driving and strength abilities, right?"

Silvester shook his head. He thought real hard if Bentley ever told him, but if Bentley did he simply didn't remember.

"Oh, he was the strongest. In fact, he actually went into wrestling after…well your dad went missing. Before that he was a demolition racer. He was a big guy who really loves food, but he is the nicest and happiest guy you'll ever meet." Bentley grew sad remembering his lifelong friend who was practically his brother like Sly was. Murray was especially close to Bentley, so it was unusual that Bentley never could reach him. He wasn't upset at this, but his feelings were hurt. He figured Murray blamed himself like what had happened to him when he lost the ability to walk. He wishes he could just track him down and talk to him, but despite efforts he just won't get a response. He figured as soon as Sly was tracked down, he would just trace Murray down and see him himself. He figured Murray would feel better once this was all sorted, but Bentley wished so badly he could just let his best friend know none of what happened was his fault, and there was nothing he could've done differently.

Rapidly, Silvester spotted the bus coming from down the street, slowing down to their stop. "Is that the bus?"

Bentley stuck his head back up to read the digital sign displaying where the bus was going. "Yep, that's it! Reach into my backpack in the smallest pocket and get my wallet."

Silvester did as he was told, fishing out Bentley's worn out black wallet. Bentley fished inside grabbing some money. He handed it to Silvester. "Give this money to the driver. I have to enter through a special side. Would you mind putting my wallet back?"

Silvester once again did as he was told and zipped Bentley's backpack back up. The bus came to a stop, opening the main doors. Silvester entered and gave the driver some money. "There's two of us." He pointed at Bentley. "He says he needs to get in a different way."

The driver nodded and pressed a special button, lowering the wheelchair entrance. Bentley smiled and wheeled onto it, with the bus driver exiting the bus to strap him in. Very quickly, he strapped his wheelchair in and returned to the bus, retrieving the wheelchair entrance back. Bentley was soon inside the bus, with Silvester taking a seat that was next to him.

"That was so cool."

Bentley laughed. "Yeah, sometimes it is kind of cool to be in a wheelchair sometimes."

Silvester couldn't help but look around the bus, noticing the cool buttons that were everywhere and the railings that went down the aisle. There was nobody else on the bus, so it felt a lot bigger and emptier.

"Usually the bus is filled up, but I guess nobody wanted to ride today." Bentley chuckled.

"This is so much different than a school bus. The aisles are actually pretty cool. What are those bars for?" He pointed at the bars he saw earlier that were in the middle of the aisle.

"Oh, that's for those who stand up for the ride. Sometimes these seats are filled up, so there might not be much of a choice to stand up and hold on to the rails. They're actually quite safe."

Silvester continued to examine the bus. The bus soon was moving, throwing Bentley and Silvester a bit forward, but the ride soon smoothed out.

About 30 minutes later…

The bus finally pulled up to their stop next to Carmelita's apartment. One nice thing her apartment complex featured was a bus stop that was close by, so it was very convenient for residents to get to the main city without driving. The driver opened the door and pressed the button to lower Bentley out. Silvester walked out of the bus and waited for him. The driver quickly unstrapped Bentley and soon went back into the bus and drove off.

"Oh, I forgot your mom's place has stairs." He frowned.

"Oh, man!" Silvester cried. "I don't think this place has an elevator!"

"I don't need an elevator." Bentley smiled. "I can get up there. What's your mom's apartment number again?"

"3B."

"So it's on the third level?" Bentley wheeled over to the stairway and pressed a button, levitating his wheelchair to the second level. "Okay, second level." He pressed the button again and floated up to the third level. "And bingo! Third level!"

Silvester had never seen Bentley climb stairs like that before, and stood in awe watching. He quickly ran over to the staircase, manually climbing to the apartment just as he did every day.

Bentley found the unit and twisted the doorknob. "It's locked." He groaned. "Your mom didn't give me a key."

Silvester fished underneath the welcome mat by the door and found the spare key. "That's okay. Mom always keeps a spare key." He inserted the key to unlock the door, revealing her small apartment. Bentley hadn't been here in quite some time, so he forgot how small it really was.

"Come on, uncle B. I'll show you my room." Silvester tugged at Bentley to follow him, leading him into the room he shared with his sister. He opened the door, revealing to Bentley what it had looked like.

The last time Bentley had been in here, Skylar had her Barbie dolls all over the floor and Silvester had his Hot Wheel playsets under his bed. "You guys have grown up quite a bit." He laughed. He noticed Silvester's bunk decorated with spaceships and astronauts, and even noticed a poster with Arpeggio on it. He laughed to himself remembering that annoying bird. "This is very much you two."

Looking around some more while Silvester was gathering Skylar's things, Bentley noticed the broken vase on the nightstand by their bed. He picked it up and examined it, as it looked extremely out of place. "Where did you get this?"

Silvester turned around to see what he was talking about. "Oh, Skylar brought that. She said Penelope gave it to her." He stood quietly for a minute. "Oh, I almost forgot! We were supposed to give that to you! Well, I guess since you're here now, you can just take it."

Bentley grew a bit worried. "Penelope gave this to Skylar? Did Skylar mention why?"

"Oh, she said it was going to find our dad or something." Silvester continued to pack his sister's things, clearly unbothered by the old vase. "I have no idea where it's from to be honest. Skylar insisted it wasn't dangerous, and to be honest I agree. I still have no idea what an old vase has to do with our dad."

Bentley grew extremely suspicious, but decided to take the vase anyway after carefully examining it. He figured Carmelita might have some answers about it since she did talk to Penelope. "Well, it's coming home with me." He grabbed his backpack and carefully placed the vase in it. "We probably should get going though, we still need to grab something to eat."

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry." Silvester zipped up Skylar's things in a purple travel bag she had in her side of the closet.