San Francisco, CA.

Louis was at his office. He had done what his boss wanted him to do. He had also received the ten thousand dollars Tom promised him. Louis had no idea what he wanted to do with that sum of money. But he didn't care.

He was working really hard to find Lyla. He called an operator and asked for Lyla Novacek. "Hi, this is Lyla, and Lizzie! We're not here right now, so leave a message." Beep. Louis quickly shut the phone. He himself didn't understand why he didn't want to leave a message.

Besides calling her phone, Louis also had searched for her in the internet. He opened a page that had Lyla's picture with her cello. He stared at the picture for a long time before he excitedly read the statements.

LYLA NOVACEK-BIO

Born into a legacy of musicians, Lyla Novacek began her cello studies at the age of five under her father, Thomas Novacek and later studied at Juilliard under the tutelage of America's finest musical faculty.

Following her studies, Ms. Novacek launched an international career that has spanned the globe from Western Europe, the Far East, the former Soviet Union to the United States where she has been featured a number of plays with The New York Philharmonic. She currently resides in Chicago, Illinois.

After that, he quickly entered his boss's room and gave him a resignation letter he wrote earlier. Tom was really shocked. Not only had he begged Louis not to quit, he had also offered him to be his business partner as long as he continued to work with him.

But he had made his mind. Right now, nothing else matters but Lyla. He told his boss the reason why he wanted to quit his job, and he respected it. Tom said that the company will always welcome him back whenever he wanted.

After everything had settled in the office, he quickly went home to pack his stuff only to find Marshall stood still in front of his door. "Hey, man. Aren't you gonna let me in?" Louis hugged his brother tightly before he unlocked the door.

Louis Connelly was packing his things. After he decided to search for Lyla, he was ready to leave San Francisco and headed to Chicago where he hoped he would find Lyla there. Once he entered his room, the first thing he picked up was his guitar and put it in the living room.

Marshall noticed that his brother was packing and he knew exactly why. The reason was the girl who ruined his brother's life for the past ten years. Marshall was looking at the picture of Louis and Lyla that he took ten years ago. "So, Steve tells me you quit your job."

"Yeah."

"So where are you going, baby bro?"

"Chicago." He answered plainly as he was packing his clothes.

"Ah…the Windy City."

Louis looked up from his suitcase and found Marshall staring at the picture. "Let it go, Marshall."

His big brother laughed when he saw the look on Louis face. Serious and annoyed. "You really think that a scruffy, ignorant, Mick immigrant is just gonna waltz in there and sweep her of her feet?"

Great! A lot of sarcasm in his voice! That's exactly what he needed, thanks bro! Louis wasn't planning on giving up. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Marshall couldn't believe his ears. Is this really my brother talking? Could it be that after all these years he forgot Louis' attitude? His innocence? His vulnerability? "You are such a dreamer, man." He shook his head while he repeated the exact same word with a lower tone.

"I used to dream." Louis fought back with his words. "I used to close my eyes and whisper…into the darkness, hoping someone was listening and talking back at me," he paused a moment when he saw a hint of regret in his brother's eyes. "And you know what, Marshall? For one night, just for one night…she gave that back to me!"

Lyla was the only one who could make him fell in love. The only one who could save him from himself. The only one who could bring him to his knees and make him cry. The only one who can make him feels truly happy when she was with him and left him with sorrow when she was not with him.

"What if she needs me? What then?" Louis pointed his finger out the window and said, "There is something out there for me, Marshall." Before Marshall could protests, he insisted that there was really something out there for him. He can feel it. No, he can hear it. Clearly in the air as it seeped into his ears through the wind. "I can hear it."

Marshall gave up. There's no point of talking him out of this. Louis had set his mind and nothing or no one can change it. "So you are going to go looking for a woman you spent one night with, over ten years ago?"

"Yeah." It was simple as that. Why was it so hard for him to understand?

"Louie…" Marshall felt really guilty. He just wanted his brother to be happy. He had suffered for a long time. The girl just gonna make it all bad again.

"She thought she was too good for you, man. Do you not remember? Do you not know where you came from, Louis?"

"I've always known where I came from, Marshall." He picked up his guitar and suitcase, and finally his picture with Lyla where he held it so dearly. "And now, I know where I'm going."

"Louis," he started as Louis was walking out the door. "You know, we still minus one mad Connelly brother."

He smiled and nodded before he said, "Let yourself out, can you?"

New York, NY

Richard Jefferies was making his normal rounds around Washington Square Park, looking and searching for any missing children and pasting missing children reports around New York. After he lost his son in a car accident, he dedicated his life of helping children. Seeing children happy when they were reunited with their parents or seeing children meeting their foster parents brought warm feelings to his heart.

When he spotted Arthur wandering around in the park, he couldn't help but feeling concern about this boy's whereabouts. "Kid, are you lost? Do you need help?"

"No, I'm fine." Then he heard someone familiar calling out his name. Wizard.

"Arthur! What did I tell you about talking to strangers?"

He understood that facial expression in Wizard's face. "Yeah, what's your name?" the question was for Richard Jefferies.

"My name is Mr. Jefferies. And yours?"

"Arthur," he looked directly in Wizard's eyes and said, "We ain't strangers now."

"Look, Mr. Wallace, I'm here making my normal rounds. I'm trying to find these kids." Richard wasn't shocked to see Maxwell Wallace. He was a familiar face in Washington Square Park. He knew that Wallace was a former street kid musician until about eight years ago. "These girl, her name is Geralda, she should be about fourteen now?"

"Don't know her, Mr. Jefferies."

"Okay, but maybe you can help me with this young man. Little boy that came up missing recently. His name is Evan Taylor. He's about twelve."

Arthur and Wizard looked at each other with such anxiety. They knew exactly who and where Evan Taylor was. "And what if I find this Evan and I turn him over to you? What then?" asked Wizard. "You don't care about the kid after he's in the system."

"It's not like that for me." Mr. Jefferies tried to defend himself.

"Oh, I know exactly what it's like!"

Arthur was confused. How could Wizard knew what it's like to be a missing child? Was Wizard an orphanage too when he was a kid? He had no idea.

"You don't follow up. And you throw him from place to place. Eventually you end up in a place where they kick the crap out of you! Go to bed at night…and he tries to close his eyes, ears, shut out the world. What happens to that kid? What do you think he hears?"

Arthur understood now what happened to Wizard. Poor, Wizard. "What do you think he hears?" Wizard was yelling now. And he won't stop until he got his answer.

"Nothing!" Arthur answered for Jefferies.

"Nothing, nothing at all!" he said while holding Arthur.

"You all right?" Richard asked Arthur.

"Yeah, I'm cool."

"He's good!" Wizard put his hand around Arthur's neck.

Richard went to his office and dialed a number.

"14th Precinct, Sergeant O' Malley."