Motes excited laughter filled the air as the rest of them tried to ignore him. How could that man be so happy? Beethes watched as the others spoke lightly around him, letting the day pass by as they freely ate, yet he couldn't find the energy or want to follow them. His mind was stuck. Well, stuck was more of a redundant word, in this case, he was flat out blank and useless. And that reason being so was the one hidden away upstairs.

Ever since running into her like he did, she'd scurry away, hiding even more from them all than before. What on earth was she afraid of? It wasn't like he did something horrid to her, just frighten her a little. But she wouldn't leave his mind. There was so much he wanted to know yet couldn't get her even close to him and as usual, Kanae said little about her.

"Alright, here are some of the people that I could think of." he heard Liszt say as she laid a paper on the table.

"I have some too." Shuu followed as he laid two down, "I also have Bada's and Tchaiko's as well."

"Anything from Cho?" he asked them.

"No." Liszt sighed, "As he was trying to remember, George passed his mind and, well, you remember last time."

He tried to push that day out when the man created Jolly and later destroyed her, it broke the man. Shaking his head quickly, he looked over the list of names. Some he recognized, others were not, yet it still seemed so strange that more ClassicaLoids were out there.

"I have about twelve instrumentals and eight vocals that I can remember off the top of my head." Liszt broke the silence.

"I have about the same numbers, but it's still hard to figure out who would be one." Shuu said, "Seems they have the same amount. Has Bach said anything?"

"Not as of yet. Doesn't mean that he's not thinking. What about Motes?" she asked.

The high shrill of his excited play outside the doors was their answer, making him sigh at the man, "Do you really think he sat down and thought it over?"

He watched as Kanae and Sousuke looked over the list as Pad told them some of the various artists upon the papers. Each person the device readout was someone of worth, someone talented and looked upon for orchestras or plays, even to the royals, they played or sang. And yet so many seemed too far for the thought of a ClassicaLoid.

From Weber to the father and son violinist Rolla, even Adamberger whom he had luckily glanced at singing once in his life, didn't fit what these people seemed to be after. The lists just seemed to be a nagging that they would not be able to find what they needed to.

"Here are a few more." he heard from the door.

There stood Cho, melancholy written on his face as he handed them the paper he constructed.

"Cho, you know you could've stayed in your room." he heard Liszt tell him.

"I know, but this is important." he told her, "You and I were in the world of music pretty deep in our younger years."

"Yes, that we were." she nodded, "So how many did you find?"

"Not many, maybe about fifteen, but they were what came to mind first."

Beethes glanced over the list as he heard Liszt mumble the names out, "Seems you knew more opera singers than I did. Unless I forgot some of them."

"There's probably more but I can't think of any others?"

"Is it all focused on just vocals and instrumental?" he heard Shuu ask, "What if we are looking for people that are both composers and one of the other? It would make it more of a target for us to narrow down and think of what is before us than trying to narrow down just specifically one thing."

"He has a point." Kanae nodded, "If they are as talented as you guys say and what my dad and Akira worry over with Bach, then maybe they have more than one."

"Then that would shorten the list, yes?" Sousuke asked.

"It should lessen it by about half." Pad informed them, "That is still a big number though. Remember, back then, operas and shows were a form of entertainment and money asset as well for low-income families. Many pushed children to strive for the best, so the child became the breadwinner in that case."

A shudder rolled through him, on he wished to forget. He remembered those days, there were time he could still feel his father's hand upon him for one mistake. It made him question a lot about himself and how he was when he had Karl.

"Alright, with that then we can narrow it down a bit better than it was." Kanae said as a loud crash came from outside, "Motes!"

The hyper man skated in as he smiled at them all, "What's going on?"

"You fool, we are working on trying to figure out who may be a ClassicaLoid." Shuu yelled at him.

"Oh, that's boring. Why not just wait for them to come to us?" he said.

"Like Bada and Tchaiko did for you all that time?" Kanae questioned.

"Yea." Motes smiled at her, "It worked before, so why not again? If they are like they are saying, then they will come to us before we know it."

"Yet again Motes, you made sense." Beethes said to him.

"I know!" he beamed at him, just to turn to Kanae, "Oh and I think someone is here."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I was skating around on the walkway and saw someone by the fountain. They moved before I hit them."

"Let me guess." Shuu sighed, "Right into the water?"

Motes let out a small chuckle, "Maybe."

"Motes." she groaned at him.

"What, it didn't cause any harm."

Something caught his ear. Light footsteps entered the room as the sound of something dripping and teeth clattering together caught him off guard and catching Liszt attention as well.

"Oh, my!" she nearly shouted as Kanae looked over.

"Jenny!" the girl shouted, making her way to the door.

Jenny? Beethes whipped around, sure enough, in the doorway stood Jenny. Her hair sopped on her head as her clothes were soaked to the brim as her teeth clattered together in cold and her arms wrapped tightly around her wet frame.

"Motes, look what you did!" Kanae yelled at him.

"You should have paid attention." Liszt scolded.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't realize." he said to them and her, "She didn't say anything."

"There's a reason behind that." Kanae sighed, "You guys, she's-"

"Terrified of the man. Who wouldn't be if there was some fool running around making all havoc before any of us." Shuu interrupted her.

"She wants to be left alone and have no one speak to her." Cho added.

"Guys will you please-"

"Maybe she's a famous singer that doesn't want people recognizing her voice anywhere." Sousuke said, darting over to her with, "So am I right?"

He watched as Jenny gave a weary smile, touching her throat in the process, just to be silenced with Kanae's and Liszt's scolding to him.

"It's not that either, tool. She just has to rest her voice up for its natural beauty." Liszt rested her hand on Jenny's shoulder.

"It's not that either, it's-"

"Then she was so amazed by my gyoza that she cannot fathom the words to use." he smiled, feeling confident that it was him.

"Oh lord, it's not that either. Guys, she's-"

Yet he and Kanae were overwhelmed with the chatter by the others, demanding to know that they were right as the poor woman seemed to shrink away from them as she shivered. Something in him snapped. Seeing her like that just sent a spark that he had to do something, make her feel a little comfortable around them as all holy hell broke loose. Stripping off his jacket, he walked over to her as Kanae continued to yell at them. He wasn't sure what it was but it felt just right doing so, he laid the piece on her shoulders, making her jump and look up at him in wonder.

"Uh, you were cold." he said, "And I thought a moment's warmth was something you needed."

That's it? That's all his mind could come up with? Yet those blue eyes sparkled as a small smile crossed her face, she pulled the jacket closer to her, seeming to huddle into the fabric.

The arguing got louder and louder as he tried to figure out what to say to her, yet she held up her hand to him, just to lay the other on her throat, mouthing the words she wanted him to hear. And that's when it donned on him, and Kanae finally snapped.

Her fists slammed down on the table, silencing the room, "She's mute!"

There it was. He saw Jenny sink back lightly as she pulled his jacket closer to her frame. The truth sitting heavy in the air of why she hid away from them all.

"I said before, you would all overwhelm her and there you have it. Proof that I was right in this case." Kanae stated as she walked over to Jenny, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to help Jenny out."

Those blue eyes landed back on him once more, taking his breath away again. He couldn't lie to himself anymore, couldn't fake the words or feelings, she really was beautiful to him.

Liszt dismissed herself to follow behind with the two women, leaving all of them in the room to let what transpired sink in. He could hear Cho muttering under his breath about something, how familiar something was but wasn't sure what it could be. Shuu, himself, seemed to just be as lost as he was. Well, that was until he felt a breath on his neck.

Spinning around, Beethes was greeted with a grinning Motes, the devilish smile he gave when causing mischief.

"You like her, don't you?" he grinned.

"Motes!" he heard Shuu and Cho yell but it had fallen on deaf ears as the man took off and he followed behind.

He chased after the man, hoping to get his hands on him before more trouble came for him. And the man getting to her as well.

"You poor thing, you're frozen." Liszt said as she wrapped another towel around her shoulders.

Jenny felt another harsh shiver hit her. Let it be the last time she'd gaze in that fountain, especially when that man was out and about. How on earth did she get herself into such a predicament like that? She tried to warm herself as the woman tried to dry her off, hearing her apologize for the crudeness they all gave her. In truth, she wasn't fully upset about that, she was quite used to it. She was more upset that her favorite outfit, and pretty much her only thing of clothing was soaking wet and leaving her with nothing.

"I have them getting cleaned Jenny." she heard Kanae say as she entered the room, "I'm really sorry about Motes. He's just hyper."

Jenny shrugged and waved her hand, it truly was just an accident.

"I actually have something that may fit you." Kanae said, handing her clothing, "It's not perfect like yours were but something simple to sleep in."

Jenny nodded to her, her silent thanks as usual. They gave her a moment's peace as they stood outside the door, doing what they could to at least make the situation better than it was. Once the articles were donned on her, she tapped the door, moving back to her spot as she attempted to dry her hair.

"I do apologize about Motes, he is a bit of an animal at times." Liszt said to her, "At least you haven't been at the hands of his pranks."

"Give it time." Kanae sighed, "Are you sure you're alright Jenny?"

She gave another small nod, her hair falling forwards in a mess of tangles. She blew the stray strands away as Liszt came over to her, brush in hand.

"I could help you with it if you'd like?" Liszt smiled, "A little girl bonding moment, yes?"

Jenny smiled as she moved around for the woman to tackle her hair. Swift, easy strokes came to her head as she felt the woman work on her.

"I must say, Jenny, it is quite long." Kanae pointed out.

"It is, but very beautiful. Such a pretty color." Liszt added.

She shrugged her shoulders at them, hearing the two of them chuckle at her as Kanae brought over a pad for her. Taking the piece, she thought of what was needed to say.

"It's alright, no need to apologize to him. I've seen how he acts around here so I have grown a bit used to it." she wrote down, "And for my hair, it's a habit to keep long like this."

"Never do anything with it but a ponytail?" Liszt asked, "That's all I ever see you in."

Jenny pondered her mind as she had an idea roll in her head, "Do you have pins and ties? I can do something with it then it just being up."

Kanae went to Liszt stand, grabbing a small bag containing said items. Moving herself to the woman's vanity, she began her work as Kanae and Liszt shared words with one another. Little by little, Jenny watched herself as she tied the pieces and braided the parts that were necessary. She flew through her hair, pinning it up and placing each strand where it needed, finally finishing and looking at the finished product and hear Liszt gasp.

"Oh my god, that's beautiful Jenny!" she exclaimed as Kanae clapped.

"It really is Jenny, where did you learn that?" Kanae asked, "I have friends that would love to have that done to theirs."

Jenny smiled as she wrote her reply, "I really don't know where I learned it. Just came to me one day to place it up like so and well, there it is."

"There it is, I'll say." Liszt said, "Would you mind doing mine like that or something close? It reminds me of the Swedish hairstyles, like the old days you read about."

"Now you're making it like a slumber party for kids Liszt." Kanae giggled.

"Why not? You work all the time and so do you, Jenny, why don't we have a night to ourselves and just be girls? Like that girl's day we had with Tchaiko and Bada."

Jenny cocked her head at the woman, trying to understand what they were getting at as Kanae nodded, "You are right, I could ask them if they'd like to join. What do you think Jenny?"

Was she asking her? She barely left her own room, how could she be in a room full of other women and talking?

"It's alright, we can explain to Bada and Tchaiko about your condition and let it go from there, it's up to you."

She let it all sink in before smiling at her and nodding. Liszt clapped her hands together as Kanae gave a small bow, "Thank you, Jenny, don't worry we'll have-"

A sudden boom and music cut Kanae off. Jenny felt a scream build in her throat as the music seemed to grow louder and more familiar. She listened as Kanae and Liszt were shooting off words to one another, she knew this song. Heard it years ago it seemed, yet she couldn't remember where. The crescendo hit her and finally, it came to her as the two women left the room.

"Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5, the Emperor Concerto." she said aloud, slapping her hand over her mouth.

Dear god, she spoke! She spoke, how could she have done that, how careless she was! The boom hit the room once more as the music seemed to blend with another. She made her way out of the room, heading for the music as the other finally came to mind.

"Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 11, the Turkish March." she said, placing her hand once more over her mouth.

"Don't be so stupid, Jenny, there's too much as risk here." she thought as she finally made it outside, just to be taken aback at the sight.

There outside stood a large penguin, seeming to be designed like Napoleon as random items seemed to be moving around the penguin. This was right out of a movie, just had to be but it was real, absolutely real before her and no way to stop it. She could hear Kanae and Liszt yelling as others lifted to her ears, only then did his laughter catch her attention.

Looking above, she saw Beethes. His clothes from earlier gone as he stood there in a dress suit of black with red and white trim surrounding him. He was elegant looking, powerful, determined as he waved his arms around his head, yelling at another. Only then did the flare of red catch her eye. Looking over, she saw Motes, only now he was in what she to believe was 1700 fashion. The two spat words at one another as the music played and the penguin and items fight one another, she felt as if the world was slowly going crazy as she watched them.

A sudden realization hit her. The world blurred into a chaotic mess as the visions of the facility flooded her mind just for the ones of the mansion to flood together, and with it, a past she wasn't sure of. From a country of cold to bustling cities and royalty galore, to sailing the seas and seeing a circus, Jenny felt as if her head would explode by the pressure as she saw the facility once more. She saw him smile down at her, that damn creepy, sadistic, narcissistic smile that sent chills down her spine.

"Bring us the ClassicaLoids." he demanded.

Jenny's eyes flew open as she looked back at Motes and Beethes. It couldn't be, there was no way it was real. Yet the harder she looked and thought of the idea, the more it was starting to become true.

"Motes is Mozart and Beethes is Beethoven." she whispered, "The ClassicaLoids they want."

Suddenly the blinding white pain struck her head, causing her to let out a pained scream and stumble back. It was worse, so much worse than before. She couldn't see or hear, let alone speak to anyone, her whole body was ridged as she tried to climb away from the pain, she had to do something, just something. Yet it was becoming clear that something wasn't happening. It grew stronger with each breath, each beat of her heart, the more powerful the pain became.

And with it, she couldn't hang on any longer. She felt herself grow weak, her body tumbling downward as everything started to grow dark and silent. It was then she heard him, he shouted her name as she fell, and then there was nothing.