A/N: Well here I am again. After leaving for a while to do drawing stuff, I come back to the keyboard to give some more drama to this drabble. This isn't even near the end of the story. Welp. All I can say is sorry.

Day 1; 4:39am

Sherman rubbed his eyes as he awoke from the draft that blew into his room. How strange. The windows are still shut tight and the heater was still on. He pushed the blanket off of him and stepped onto the icy wooden floor and came out of his room.

Everything seemed normal as he looked into the hallways. He took one more step and felt the draft once more from the floor. It blew past his toes and sent a shiver through his leg. He was standing in front of Peabody's room and was well aware of that. He pushed the door open and came into the beagle's domain.

The window was open and a couple of dried and dead leaves laid beside the bed of his father's. Did the window just blow open? No. That can't be. Why would he think that? When he was walking through the hallway, he got a glance of latched windows from his father's room.

Sherman inched closer to the window and heard a crack. He looked down and saw a piece of shiny metal on the ground. He bent down and picked it up. A small little hook. He thought for a moment at this and and looked at the ring at the end of the hook. Why it wasn't a hook. It was the window's latch. He looked down once again and saw the splinters of wood and at the broken window.

Sherman dropped the latch and came out of the room once again and made his way to the kitchen. Everything was normal, but there was no wagging Peabody. He thought of finding the beagle again in the lab, the rooftop garden, the closet. No beagle.

Sherman ran back into his room and grabbed his cell phone. He opened it and tried to dial, but his eye caught sight of a yellow post-it that fluttered onto the floor. He reached down and took hold of the post-it and unfolded it.

LOOK AT YOUR VOICE MAIL

Day 1; 2:11am

The man patted Peabody's head as the woman rubbed his cheek of his tears. The gloves felt cold to him even if they were made of wool. He retorted and flinched away from the two, but felt the man's hand grip his scalp and bring him to attention as he looked into his face. The eyes peered at him and he felt the fingers tug his fur.

"Calm down mutt….Donovan is coming and he isn't fond with loud noises." the man said as he let go of Peabody and saw the beagle return to silence and fear as the dog ceased in struggling with the ropes around his hand. The tape around his muzzle was wet and it looked like the glue on it would peel off.

"Diara. Smooth that thing out."

The woman nodded and bent down. She placed her hand on the loosened tape and smoothed it against the fur. She looked up at Peabody and looked into his eyes. Behind the glasses, she saw his tear and his plea from within it.

Diara then heard the soft whimpers of the beagle as he shivered in the chair. She looked at his arm and rubbed it. He winced at first, but came to relax as she was warming his arm. His eyes gave a sad look at her as she rubbed his cheek once again.

"Diara." the man said as he put a hand on her back and nodded his head to the door. She stood up and tapped Peabody tape back on his muzzle. The two opened the door and walked out as a new man walked in.

A/N: I hope this came to your fancy mates. I was wondering on how things would work out for this. Hahaha.