The quiet nights of her land gave her the peace she loved. Seeing her people and listening to them applaud her voice was just something she loved even more. The days seemed to be just days that rolled, yet when she went to the common folk, as the rich would say, she felt more at ease, calm and confident, for they did not judge like the others.

She felt the rock of the boat, worry filling her as the new land came to sight. The new world. America. A land untamed and almost wild with its passions and boisterousness. It was for the best, she thought as much, there was potential here and something to give her that lift she oh so needed. Being denied in Paris was enough for her to turn her stomach in many ways and killing her courage to sing, but maybe this place would make it better.

Performances came to her, singing to her dear friend as he lay ill in bed; kings, and queens of many places called by name for her, waiting to hear of the Swedish Nightingale. She grew weary, yet she still taught the younger ones, letting her music soar on little wings as she felt herself grow old.

The cold room awoke her, her warmth no longer supporting her as she heard his sickening laugh. She felt his hands on her as he demanded the Musik. Fear filled her as she felt the power leave her, the massive amounts of music and song that filled her head was deafening as pain ravaged her skull. She had to escape, and he made sure of it. The violinist, the one that would play when they were all gone, the sweet melodies he would play to calm them all just for an array of voices to join in to remove the silence.

People came to her mind once more, happy and loud as another tried to calm them down, barking orders for them to behave and do as told. Yet the white hair flashed the most, something about him, it made her wonderous of him. Musik not her own, filled her head as she saw the people she knew so well, surrounded by the men that held her and demanded her Musik. She felt it leave her, could see the cloak upon her as she released her Musik.

Voice came to her as she felt herself float out of her dream. Her head spinning slightly as she tried to gather what had happened, a serious conversation surrounded her as a headache began.

"What the hell happened?" she thought to herself as one voice came clear.

"Is she alright?"

"She's fine Beethes. Just unconscious at the moment, hoping she didn't suffer too harshly." someone replied to him. "How about your friends, Kanae?"

"They're fine. Just a little frightened by the whole thing."

"Do you blame them?" Sousuke added, "It was strange yet awesome."

"Guessing you mean the Musik." Bach's voice came to her, "That it was. I've never heard of the piece before, the song itself really."

"You all wouldn't have. Kanae, Sousuke, and I had a better chance hearing it than all of you." someone answered.

"How so, Akira?" Liszt asked.

Akira, who was Akira? "That particular song wasn't created around your eras, try nearly one hundred thirty years after you all, and that's with the earliest of passing age."

The gasps and awes that filled the room even made her curious as to what was going on or what had happened. She tried to move yet her body felt stiff, numb almost as she listened to them continue.

"Yes. The song we heard came out in 1986, still running if I'm correct in Broadway and more."

"Broadway?"

"Musical theater, but if that's the case, how could a ClassicaLoid knew the song?" she heard Kanae ask.

"That is what I would like to know." Akira replied, "There is a lot there that I am unsure of. The song was the actual theme of the play, yet she was alone. There really was no other singer to join her, well that I saw."

"How do you mean?" Shuu's voice joined in.

"The Phantom of the Opera is the main song everyone attributes to the play, how Christine and the Phantom descend into his lair, coaxing her below in song. That is what we heard, we had Christine before us yet there was no Phantom."

"The flowers." she heard Motes nearly shout, "Those roses that were around us."

"He's right!" Liszt said, "While it all was happening, the roses seemed to emit a red glow in each time the man sang as if it was him."

"Could a ClassicaLoid hold that much power?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"It may be. We don't really know what we are dealing with here."

ClassicaLoid, the thing they were after? Jenny tried to find out what was going on as the chatter continued. She fought her body as it slowly came out of its numb fog, finally able to move her hand to her face. She felt the air leave her chest just to fill once more as she hissed in a small pain. Opening her bleary eyes, she was greeted with the wide grin of Motes as his face was practically in her own.

Jenny let out a startled scream, moving away from him to the end of the couch she laid upon. Dear god, did the man not know personal space? It donned on her what had happened as her knuckles began to ache and a small worry filled her. Moving back down, she looked over the couch to see Motes holding his face as he laid on the floor, hearing a small cheer and clap as she looked him over.

"Please do that again, I missed it." she heard Shuu's voice say to her.

Turning her head, she saw the whole house staring at her as a few other unfamiliar faces watched as she punched Motes in her shock. Crap, she made a scene, how embarrassing.

"Jenny, are you alright?" she heard Kanae asked as the others looked her over.

"How come you asked about her, I got hurt?"

"You asked for it." Liszt shot at Motes, "You frightened her."

Jenny nodded to Kanae as she shook her head of a growing headache. Something cool pressed against her hand as another tapped her arm, looking up, she saw Beethes standing there with the familiar capsules and water ready for her.

"Seems you had an interesting day, Jenny." the woman said to her.

Jenny glanced at her, her dark hair with the bright colored strip was not familiar to her as she gave a small smile her way, "No worries. I'm a friend of everyone here."

"Yes, she's been speaking with us." Kanae added, "With what happened earlier?"

Jenny cocked her head at her, questioning her words. Happened earlier, what happened? Shuu caught her eye as he brought over a pen and pad, giving a warming smile to her.

"Sorry, there are times I think we all forget you are silent to us all."

Jenny nodded to him as she penned upon the pad, "What happened?"

A heavy sigh left Bach, "It seems we have made enemies with a group of scientist and they are after all of us. Best to say Jenny, we are ClassicaLoids."

"ClassicaLoids?" she asked.

"We are memories and was some may say the embodiment of classical composers within new bodies. Reincarnated if you would like to make a better term for it. We have the ability to conduct music around us and when we do we can cause people to do things or inanimate objects change or more. With our Musik, we can help, or hinder in some of our cases, people around the world."

The word rang loudly in her head as her dream came flying back to her. No, it wasn't a dream. It was real. She used her own to...Jenny tried to pressed the growing headache away as everything came back to her. Light chatter filled the room as they all seemed to speak to her at once, hoping she would understand. She wanted to yet couldn't, well, more wouldn't. It wasn't possible that the very thing that bastard wanted her to do was already done before her. Did she really find the people in search and just damn them in a hell she finally escaped?

A gentle touch to her wrist broke her thoughts, the voices no longer as loud as before. She saw the long, nimble fingers gracing her wrist, gently tracing the skin as it soothed her down. She didn't have to look up to see who it was, there was no one else that normally touched her besides Liszt's here and there but the grey jeans said it all as she watched him touch her. How? how could Beethes's touch calm her like so, silence what was around her as well?

"Jenny?" another voice came in, one she knew came from the quietest one, "Jenny."

"Cho, let her be." she heard Beethes say to him, "I think they overwhelmed her."

"I can see that, but..." Cho paused for a moment, "Jenny?"

She was still stuck between all her thoughts and dreams and learning what the others are and dealt with and now adding his touch, hell she was even lucky to remember her own-

"Johanna."

That name. No, it wasn't just a name, it was hers. Her full name to be exact. But how did he know that?

"Johanna."

"Who's Johanna, Cho?" Motes asked.

But Cho ignored him, she felt the couch dip slightly as he sat next to her, "Johanna?"

Jenny looked up at him, his deep amber eyes looking at her, almost like he wanted her to remember something, "Johanna Maria? Nightingale?"

Nightingale. She knew that term, too well to be exact but the more it rang the more memories came back. The bed in Paris as she sang him to health, the smile on his face as he thanked her greatly. The pieces he composed for her as their friendship bloomed. How she felt so ill when she learned of his fate and death. Her heart wanted to break all over again as she looked back at Cho, now realizing his full name.

"Frédéric?" she questioned.

"Dear god, she talked!" she heard one of them say.

"You do remember." he gave a small smile, the same one she saw all those times before.

"Frédéric? But, that cannot be." she spoke again as things swirled in her mind.

Panic began to rise as the realization that her friend was sitting before her and many others past their ages, she felt small and weak as she glanced at them all. Reincarnation. Being reborn, that wasn't possible. Memories maybe but bringing a new life of one's death hundreds of years ago, it couldn't be. She looked at him again and then to Beethes, now seeing the similarities between their personalities and looks of the past men they were, and that truly meant she was alive once more.

Jenny pushed away from them both, doing whatever she could to escape the madness that surrounded her, "No, it cannot be. You died, I made my way to Paris to see you and I was too late, you cannot be alive."

"Jenny please, listen to me, I know it's-" she cut him off as she pushed his hand aside.

"You cannot be, it just can't."

She heard the others try and speak with her yet she wanted nothing to do with it, gathering herself, she darted out of the room, leaving them as they shouted her name. She didn't care, she wanted away, needed away. It wasn't possible. Was she really reincarnated after all these years, living in a world that wasn't her own and people around her the same too? There was just too much for her to handle and now she just needed silence. Finding an empty hallway, she pressed her back against the cool wall, sinking down to the ground as she let her frustration out. How? Why? That was all that claimed her mind as she cried in her hands.

"Jenny?" she heard his voice once more call for her, "Jenny please."

"Why did this happen, Frédéric?"

A heavy sigh left the man as he stood on the corner to her, letting her be alone yet not, "I really don't know. That's Dr. Ottawa with Akira to have that conversation with."

Jenny really didn't want to speak with anyone, let alone doctors that conducted the same things as hers did. Yet the more she looked at it, they all seemed fine, even with their own, did they get hurt like her? Did they push them like they did to her until...

"What did they do to you?"

"Pardon?"

"What did the doctors, those scientists do to you?" she asked again.

"How do you mean?"

"To let out Musik, what did they do to you?"

Silence claimed the hall for a brief moment, "Nothing. It just came to us."

"Really?" she was actually shocked, "They didn't hurt you?"

She felt his hand upon her shoulder, "Jenny, be honest, what happened to you?"

A shudder rippled through her, "Hell."

She paused, seeing and feeling it all over again, "All I remember was waking up to music. Not just one or so but a massive array of scores and songs and more. There was so much there that it hurt to even think about anything. Like it was being forced into me. Songs I knew from the heart or heard in our times to some I would never have thought of. There was so much happening that I just wanted it to end. But the moment it went quiet, that's where it really began.

"For what seemed like eons, I was in this cold, hard room. No light but the door, no nothing within. I can remember leaning on the one wall, for I could hear someone humming, just little tunes. Then I'd join. After a moment, others would be with us, a piano here, a violin there. It was beautiful. The only beauty. Then they would come in. Dragged us out of the rooms, never together but you could hear it in the walls. Once they had you, you were stuck. They poked and prodded us for as long as they could, seeing what they could do to us, to release what they wanted. I never understood what they wanted. I would sing like they wanted but it never was what they wanted. I tried, each time they brought me out, I tried. But the more I failed them, the harsher they became.

"After a time, I just stopped. They had abused me mentally and emotionally, then started to beat me when I couldn't give them what they wanted. They had me sing so much I was horse. Couldn't even rasp out a voice. But they kept at me, hurt me. Then he came in front of me, the one with the cane. The smile he gave me, it just sent chills through me. It was then I just think I had enough and I let it out. I don't know how or why, but I just did. I blew them all away, literally. I just remember standing there numb, shocked of the damaged I created in the room. Items sticking to the walls as bodies were thrown. Glass was broken as the equipment was in shambles. I was mortified. Lord, you know me so well, I was lucky in myself to have confidence in just facing a simple stranger you would introduce me to, let alone hurt people. That, that was more."

Jenny felt herself tremble as the memories came to her, "I kept my mouth shut, afraid that if I just got too angry it would happen again. I barely sang in those rooms, wouldn't even acknowledge them all. I was just afraid of hurting people. Then one day, they dragged me out. Threw me back into that room and just stared at me, waiting. I knew what was coming, and I took every blow I could. I was ready to feel my teeth break I clamped my jaw so tight. It only stopped when one of them touched me, the way it was done and the look in their eye said it all. I let loose. I remember opening my eyes afterward and just wanting to just dissolve into nothing. The roof was gone, people laid bleeding and unmoving, sirens were going off and I just stood there like a blatant fool. I didn't know what to do but to never open my mouth for anything. That no voice would leave me. Then after that, I don't remember much. I'm lucky I remember all that with this damn headache. Yet the last thing that comes to mind was a voice, telling me to run as I saw the outside. To just run and find the home they heard about."

She heard Cho let out a small breath, one she knew he was holding tightly as she spoke, "And that's that. The story of little, mute, Jenny. Well, no longer mute then."

"Jenny, I'm sorry."

"For what? It wasn't like you did it."

"Yet I know what kind of person you are." he sighed, "You weren't just known for your voice, but your kindness as well. There wasn't a day people didn't know you for your heart."

Well, she could give him that. There wasn't a charity or school that she didn't donate to, anything to see the world brighten up a little.

"But know that it won't happen again Jenny." he said, "Everyone in that room will do whatever it takes to never have it happen."

"Tack."

"Nie ma za co." he replied lightly as she knew what would come next, "I'll leave you be for now, just know that we all are willing to speak with you and help you."

She heard his footsteps move away, yet she knew what else he was hiding as well.

"Frédéric, wait." she said moving up to him.

He paused and turned to her, wonder in his eyes as she laid her hand upon the jacket he wore. She knew how the inside of places worked, and he was never normally one to run and help unless asked, and once her fingers bumped it she knew. Pulling the little device out, she switched it off, knowing it was heard by the others.

"Please, of all things this home. I ask for all of you to not break my truth in you all. Please, do that."

He nodded at her as he placed the recorder back in his pocket, "This was a one-time thing."

Jenny nodded to him, watching as he walked away from her. Another shiver claimed her body as she looked out the window, viewing the city below. She pressed her head against the cool glass, wanting it to make it all go away, but even she knew better. This was going to take time and trust with the Ottawa home.

There were no words for him. He couldn't even label it as shocked, hearing her ordeal with whoever created her, it just hit low and close to home.

"They tortured them?" Sousuke finally got out, breaking the silence as the mic went silent on the other end.

"That it seems." Akira said, "And there are more out there dealing with the same thing still."

"This is madness." he heard Shuu say as he moved to walk around the room, "There has to be something."

"What more is there? We cannot just run up to some random building and think good things will happen." Bada pointed out, "They want us. Just proved that a little bit ago."

"I agree. If they are after us, what more can we do?" Tchaiko noted.

"There has to be something." Wagner said as Dovo grunted along with him, "We have her, why not try and get the others. Speaking of, does anyone really know who she is?"

Well, as much as the brat was annoying, he was right. There was more to Jenny than they all thought, especially after that.

"Jenny Lind." Cho's voice filled the room. "Her name is Jenny Lind."

"The Swedish Nightingale?" Liszt questioned as her eyes grew wider, "The Opera singer?"

"The very one."

The squeal that left the woman was either a good indication what Jenny was really like or what they had on their hands.

"So you know her then?" Bach asked.

Cho sighed as he sat down with them all, "Yes, I do. I was introduced to Jenny in England at the Royal Opera house. I witnessed her sing La Sonnambula and to say she was amazing was a lie. I was just blown away by her. Each performance she gave, there was something that some would never have seen with her."

"Jenny Lind, the Swedish Nightingale." Liszt said aloud once more, "But if they grabbed people like her, then we need to look deeper into our pasts. She was everywhere."

"Everywhere?" Beethes go out as Motes came beside him.

"What do you mean?" the hyper man asked.

"She was known throughout Europe and then ended up crossing the ocean to American, spending two years touring there. She gave the land a taste of opera and she left with more of a name than she went in with." Cho explained, "It may have lasted longer if there wasn't a fall out between her and her original manager."

"You mean P.T. Barnum? The circus ringleader?" one of the staff said as they handed papers to Akira.

Circus, now that wasn't likely in any way.

"Yes, Barnum but I wouldn't bring that around much if I were you, nor Paris." Cho warned.

"What?" the man looked at him, "It's true, he ran the Barnum circus and more, they made a movie about it, and supposedly that he and Lind had a thing toget-"

"There was no 'thing' between Barnum and I." a sharp voice cut the man off, "It was business."

Beethes turned to see Jenny glaring at the young man, her blue eyes hard and sharp on him as he muttered out apologies towards her, taking off before things got worse.

"Jenny, you know I told-"

"I know, I know." she waved Cho off, "But it may be for the best if I stopped hiding and spoke like a real woman and not a scared child."

There. Something there sparked in him about her. The way she spoke and held herself, like it was her destiny to speak to them, to let them know that they weren't alone or that things were coming that they had no idea how to stop them. And the more his mind whirled on it, the more he wanted to be around her.

She moved like an angel across the floor, barely making a sound as she sat between him and Cho, her eyes glossy and stuck to the floor, but he could see it, the fight that was growing in her, one that he knew she would need a boost in, one he was willing to deliver.

He knew what Akira would want, the same with Bach and the others. So, like them, he waited for Jenny to speak to him. To all of them. And now, they would not only know about their newest ClassicaLoid but the others as well.

"Well, where to begin besides what I said earlier, but that there were ten of us in the facility. and now nine are still trapped there."