C.I McMann replaced the handset of her telephone carefully. Playing with her pen thoughtfully, twisting it between her fingers she ran back over the telephone conversation she had just completed with the American Authorities. So the boy was named Ephram Brown, of Colorado. His father had been fraught with worry as no-one had heard from the boy in nearly a month and was flying over the Atlantic as she sat there. And yet, and yet… Something still struck her as amiss.

Ephram lay in his hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. There were a thousand thoughts running through his mind. Should he play the Bach or the Tatum? He thought perhaps the Tatum. Tatum had always appealed to the more flamboyant side of Ephram's nature. Vaguely he thought he heard someone come into the room where he was. Someone dressed in white. Oh, well.

The Dr stood inside the door of the room, looking at the young man before him. Also there was C.I McMann and a man who could possibly identify this mysterious young man formally.

"Sir," C.I McMann asked, "Can you confirm that this young man is your son?"

Looking at Ephram in shock, Dr. Andrew Brown turned to the police officer and nodded his head vaguely.

"Yes, Ma'am, that's my son. That's Ephram." As he spoke he pulled a photo from his wallet and handed it to her.

Taking the photograph from the Dr's outstretched hand she looked at it. Yes. That was definitely the boy. Ephram Brown. His photographic self stood surrounded by women whom she presumed were his sister and his mother. This family looked happy. What had gone so wrong?

Andy was walking slowly into the room.

"Ephram, Ephram? It's Dad." Andy said slowly.

There was no response from his son. Ephram continued staring into space. Reaching out, Andy touched his son's arm. This caused a jolt of reaction from Ephram, who flinched, broken from his reverie. Turning his head to Andy, he looked straight into his father's face. But there was no reaction, no flicker of recognition. There was not even a question in Ephram's eyes as to the identity of the person now in front of him. Andy felt the cold fist of fear grip his heart. What had happened? How had this happened? How in the name of all of that was good had his son come to be in this state? Oh, this was all Andy's fault. If only he had not interfered with Madison the way that he had then none of this would ever have happened. Ephram would never have left for the other side of the world and wound up in whatever situation that had left him locked in this little world. How bizarre that Julia had been right all along. Ephram and piano, the two intertwined. She had said to him once, that she believed that Ephram and music were inextricably linked. If he were to separate from it he would always find his way back, because without one there wasn't the other. And somehow there had come about a situation whereby there was only Ephram and piano existing in his own little world. Touching his son's arm, he tried again.

"Ephram, listen to me, I'm so relieved you're safe. I'm so relieved I found you, you have no idea. Your sister and I, we've been so worried. When Delia didn't hear from you I thought… Well, never mind that…" Andy stopped mid-sentence, he'd noticed Ephram's eyes travel towards him at the sound of his sister's name. Reaching out for the photo that he had handed the woman police officer, which she handed to him immediately, having also noticed the reaction to the girl's name, he gestured with it to Ephram. Ephram looked at it, eyes glazed for a moment, before Andy continued.

"You wouldn't believe how much she's changed. She's so big now. Came back from Camp Wukukama 4 inches taller with twenty new words and trying to convince me that we should become vegetarian. I think I managed to talk her out of that one. It was the wafting of pepperoni pizza that swung it, I'd say. I really shouldn't have left it lying around the house like that…" Andy smiled gently at his son. Ephram blinked, put the picture down on the bed and spoke the first words he'd uttered in days.

"I think the Bach…" he murmured, and nodded his head, before rolling over onto his side, his back to his father.

Andy looked at Ephram, stunned. Turning to the Dr who had been looking after his son he raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry, Dr Brown is it? He's been like that since he came round. We've treated him for the hypothermia and concussion, but have had no success with regards to pulling him out of this state of non-responsiveness."

"That's right," C.I McMann jumped in, "He's been like this since he was found. I don't know if you were told, but he was picked up in a music shop. Just walked in and started playing piano. We were unable to get a word out of him. All I've been able to get from him is him tapping his fingers on the table, playing some invisible tune. I don't know how he got here, don't know how he got into this condition, and I don't know how to bring him out of it. I think that answer to that lies closer to home, don't you?"

Andy sighed deeply. He knew that she was right. What he wasn't expecting was what was to come. Looking beyond C.I McMann, Andy had to double take, for walking towards him was Matt, Ephram's old piano tutor.

"What on earth?" Andy sputtered.

C.I McMann looked around, taking in the new arrival.

"I don't believe this. What on earth is he doing HERE? When I left him he was perfectly fine. Well, fine as such." Matt exclaimed walking into the room.

Andy jumped up from his seat.

"What do you mean when you left him? What do you mean, fine as such? What are you doing here?" Andy exclaimed.

"I ran into Ephram a couple weeks ago. I told him to call me, but I didn't think he would. We met for a drink…"

"What do you mean drink? Drink? My son was drinking?" Andy almost bellowed.

"Well, it's not illegal you know Dr. He is capable of making his own decisions, or is that something that you still have not learned?" Matt shot at Andy, instantly silencing him.

Isabel McMann watched the proceedings with interest, vaguely wondering whether she should step in. Deciding against it for the moment, she let the two men carry right on. This might lead somewhere very interesting.

Finding his stride again, Andy stepped up to Matt.

"And what would you know about that? Anything that goes on between me and my son should stay exactly there."

"Really, and yet you kept that fact that Ephram had a son from him, sent the child's mother away and somehow the whole town knew while Ephram was kept in the dark. Hmmm. And you were saying?" Matt shot back.

C.I McMann took a sharp intake of breath. That would most definitely do it. Not what she had been expecting admittedly, but it explained why the boy was blanking his father, however unintentionally.

Andy stiffened. His hackles were up and he looked ready to take a swipe at the man in front of him. He was tired and emotional, had been worried about his son for weeks and had just travelled halfway across the world to find the boy non-responsive in a hospital bed. And this idiot was baiting him. The trouble was, Andy knew that Matt was right and that pissed him off even more.

"I only did what I thought was best for my son at the time. I made a mistake. That happens. I'm sure you can understand that. There'd be none of us here otherwise."

Matt took his meaning but did not back down. More fool him.

"Look, he was fine when I left him. We were in Dover, he was getting ready to leave for France. He was staying at some hostel down there. How someone from there hasn't come forward I don't know. This is all over the news… We went for a drink, Ephram was looking forward to going to France, I guess. He was heading down to Italy from there. We were walking along the front. You can see France from there. This was only three days ago."

"Yeah, and then miraculously he falls to pieces and ends up here?"

"Well, he was emotional you know. Not emotional, there was all this emotion, anger, fear of what was to come, apprehension for the future. I could see it ready to burst out of him. He just looked so tired. I said to him, 'aren't you tired yet?' And he so clearly was. I told him he needed to let whatever was inside him out. He needed to or it was going to end up tearing him to shreds. And look."

Standing outside of Eprham's room, C.I McMann was on the phone, behind her there were two police officers. Looking into the room she nodded her head. Walking back into the room, the two officers flanking her, she interrupted the exchange between the two men.

"I'm sorry sir, is that account of events quite true?"

Matt turned to look at her for the first time.

"Excuse me?"

"You've confirmed that you were in a pub in Dover with this young man?" The Chief Inspector stated, indicating Ephram.

"Yes?"

"Well, we have witnesses and we have security footage that confirms what you've said…"

"So?" Matt was starting to look concerned.

"So, our video footage shows Ephram taking a fall and his companion leaving him. Our video footage shows that the reason he took the fall is because his companion hit him. The fall caused the blow to Ephram's head that resulted in his concussion. Could you explain why you struck this young man Sir?"

Note: Sorry for the delay in update. Hope you like. Please R&R. Tune in next time for why Ephram and Matt were fighting and Eprham's return to Everwood. Will he start to come out of his reverie? Will Amy be the one to save him? Will he ever be able to forgive his father? Thanks for all the reviews. Glad you like so far.