Dr. Peabody parked the WABAC close enough to the roof of the apartment that Mr. Peabody was able to carry Sherman inside. Before going in, Mr. Peabody looked back at the grown up version of the young boy he carried in his paws and smiled. The doctor smiled back with a genuine smile and started up the WABAC. He needed to see what life had in store for him now.

Upon returning to his proper time, Sherman felt his entire being shudder as new memories came together with his old. He still remembered his original memories, but now he had a new set of memories to join them. He smiled. He still had a patient to deal with.

Sherman rode his father's scooter to the hospital and waited in the waiting room. He didn't have long to wait for the nurse to wheel out an old white beagle with black glasses and a red bowtie in a wheel chair. He still looked quite young for a dog of his considerable age. The dog smiled upon seeing Dr. Peabody waiting for him. Though he had been the one to perform the kidney transplant a few weeks ago, he thought it would be best to wait in the waiting room for his father. "Hello, Sherman."

Sherman smiled back and walked towards the dog. "Hello, Mr. Peabody. I'm afraid that I have to keep you home for a little time. You need time to recover."

Mr. Peabody grimaced, for he too remembered his previous life though he also had new memories with them. That was a side effect of the WABAC after all, or at least, for people who interact with it the most. "Very well, Sherman, after all, we have all the time in the world." In a way, he was right, they had all the time in the world, and with the WABAC to help them, he would never lose his boy again.