San Francisco, CA.

"Are you hearing a word I'm saying?" said Jennifer. Louis and she had been together for two months. But the funny thing was, she knew nothing of him.

Jennifer met Louis when he was on a bar. He looked sad and lonely, so she decided to talk to him. She immediately liked him since. Maybe it's because of his attractive Irish accent.

At first, Louis was never cheerful. He was always so serious and moody and most importantly, he was extremely sensitive when she asked him about his past. He only joked once in a while. But his happiness didn't last long. He became the quiet person only after a few minutes.

But about a week ago, he started to feel comfortable with their relationship. Jen realized that Louis finally learned how to enjoy himself. Maybe something bad happened to him from his past. It must be really bad that it made him like this. He was happy until last night when he asked her to go with him to his old friend's birthday.

"Louis!" he finally looked at her. He wasn't paying attention because he thought he heard his voice singing inside of Nick's house. "Come on, it's about time I met your family."

Louis just stood up straight on the ground like a traffic light, not moving every part of his body except for his heart. His heart was beating so fast because he was right. He did hear himself singing inside of the house. And he was singing 'This Time'. The last song he wrote and sang, before he left New York. "Listen, Jen. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Grow up. Come on. Come on!"

He can't fight. Jen was right. He needs to grow up. He was acting immature. Lyla had left you eleven years ago, man! Why can't you just move on? He locked Jen's car and slowly entered Nick's house. The house was noisy with a lot of people drinking and chatting and of course, a video of him and the band singing reflected on a large white sheet.

"Are all Irish people this loud?" Jennifer couldn't help asking the question.

"Yeah." Just like the way he remembered it. When he entered the house, all of his old mates came to him and shook his hand. Asking if he was doing well. Then he saw his brother, Marshall who was standing besides the large white sheet with their video recording.

"Hey, Marshall! Your brother is here!" said Nick. "Louis!"

"Hey, Nick!" Louis looked at Nick and he continued to stare at himself in the video recording. The song, the music, all of it, brought him back to the past again. When he lost Lyla.

"Oh my God! Is that you?" asked Jen. "When were you gonna tell me you were in a band?"

"I…" He can't found the right words to say. His voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

"I'm sure there's a lot of things our Louis hasn't tell you, darling!" said Marshall all of the sudden. "Like who'd you write the song for?" Louis was already leaving. He could not stand his brother talking like that to him.

"I told you this was a mistake." He said to Jen.

Jennifer was really confused. She didn't understand what was happening. Not at all.

"That's it, go on. Walk out on us again." Louis stopped. Marshall was angry with him. And that anger was never gonna end until Marshall gets what he wants. He turned around and walked towards his brother.

"Say what you gotta say Marshall. Come on, say what you have to say!"

"No, go on. Go on!"

"Come on, say it. Say it!" Louis had already pushed his brother backward. He wanted Marshall to beat him up so he can be relieved.

"Is that the best you got?"

"Come on, say it Marshall!"

"That's the best you got, man?"

"Come on, hit me! Hit me! Hit me!"

"And feel what?"

"Hit me!!!" Louis pushed his brother until he was thrown off to the wall. "I'm suffocating here!"

Marshall stood up and gave his brother a punch in the lips. Louis stopped pushing. He was now spitting blood out from his mouth. "You all right, man? Are you all right?" Louis looked at his brother and they started laughing. "Welcome to the Connelly clan," Marshall said to his brother's girlfriend.

Jennifer started crying and she ran out the door. "Jennifer." Louis ran out the door and shouted, "I'm sorry!" She turned around and looked at him. "I'm sorry. Just…he upset me off you know?"

"I know nothing about you, do I?"

"Jen…" Louis called her name but she didn't seem to hear him.

"But I'm here now! I'm real!"

"But Jen, I'm not!"

She wiped her tears. "I think that maybe the first honest thing you ever said to me." Louis gave her nothing but his most sincere smile. She walked towards Louis and took her car key from his hand. Before she entered the car, she said, "That song was really beautiful. Whoever she was, she was lucky to have a poet in love with her. Goodbye, Louis."

In a few seconds later she drove the car and disappeared in the night. Marshall was behind him when he sat down on the ground. He put a beer beside his brother.

"You know, it was good having the old Louis back in there. Even if it was only for a second." When he didn't get a respond from Louis, he added, "Louie…aren't you suppose to be in the car with the girl, as she drives off into the sunset?"

They were laughing again. Louis forgot about how his brother can make people laugh so easily even when they were angry.

"Get your suit dirty sitting there, man."

He looked at his brother, and looked upwards, at the stars and the moon. He began to talk to the moon, again, just like he used to. Then he closed his eyes, opened himself up, listening alone under the moonlight, letting the past flow inside his mind.

Chicago, IL.

Lyla walked at the hallway slowly. She walked until she reached the babies ward. She began to cry when she saw a baby crying for his mother. "No!" she cried. Lyla turned around and saw a boy staring at her. "Find me! Find me!" the boy begged. "Listen. It's all around you."

"What?"

"The music. Listen."

"Lyla." She looked at Louis. The boy and the baby were disappeared. She was alone with Louis. He said, "Why did you leave me? Why did you go away? I need you, Lyla. We need you. Find us."

"Us? We? What?"

"Find us." He began to drift away.

"No! Louis, don't go! Come back! No!!!"

Lyla woke up in a cold sweat. She was having a nightmare. Then she remembered what Louis said in the dream. "Find us." She startled. "Us?" She was really confused. In the dream, Louis asked her to find him and…The boy…Who was he?

Suddenly the phone rang ultimately interrupted Lyla's thoughts. She didn't pick up the phone. She just waited until it reaches the voice mail. "Hi, this is Lyla, and Lizzie! We're not here right now, so leave a message." When the sound beep was done, she heard a voice of a woman. "This is a message for Lyla Novacek. Please call Good Samaritan Hospital. I'm calling about you father, Thomas Novacek."

Lyla rushed to the telephone and called the hospital. "Hello, is this Good Samaritan Hospital?"

"Yes, may I help you?"

"I'm Lyla. You were calling about my father, Thomas Novacek?"

"Hold on a second." There was a short silence. "Miss Novacek?"

"Yes."

"I want to inform to you that your father just had a heart attack. But don't worry, he stabilized. He was hoping you'll come to visit him here."

"Thank you." Lyla shut the phone off. "Great. This day just keeps getting better." She hasn't seen him for a decade. And now, he's sick. She figured maybe she should go and see him. After all, no matter what happened, he's still her dad.

"I wasn't sure you were going to come." he paused for a moment then began to talk again. "My will is in the top of the drawer of the desk in my study."

"Dad, stop. Come on. Don't talk like that."

"Lyla, please. There's more." She sat down at the end of the hospital bed, besides her father's feet.

"All I ever wanted was for you to have all that promise, all that life. But you were so young. We had so much work to do. You weren't ready."

"That's plenty, Dad. Really." She rubbed her father's toes.

"I mean, a baby that…a baby, he could have hurt you. He could have hurt you, and I…I wasn't gonna let that happen, Lyla. I made a choice for us."

"What?"

"A choice for us."

"What do you mean?"

"I…I lied. The baby, he…he didn't die. He's alive."

"Wait…" my baby's alive? "What?"

"I gave him up for adoption when you were asleep. I…I forged your signature."

"Oh my god." Lyla was now crying. How could he?

"I made a choice for us. I'm sorry."

You're sorry? What do you mean, you're sorry? Do you have any idea what I've been through? And now, you're sorry? Where is he?My son is alive! Oh my god! He's alive! "Where?"

"I didn't mean…"

"Where is he?" her voice was deep and angry.

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I don't. Lyla…I'm sorry."

"How could you, dad! He's my son! He…oh, dad…how could you!"

"Lyla…"

"Stop! Just stop, okay! I don't want to hear anything from you, right now. Dad… Please! I don't…"

"Lyla…"

"Please stop. Just stop." She realized now, what was happening around her. The dream she was having before. It was a sign. A sign that her son is alive! And was begging to be found. The boy…that was him.

He's eleven years old now. Eleven years! Right now, everything else doesn't matter. The most important was she needed to find him. Them. She needed to find two of the most important person in her life. Louis and their son. But where?

"Meet me here, by the arch."

Washington Square.

New York!