"Reverend James!!! You're not gonna believe this, Reverend J. Come quick!" The Reverend was on the phone when Hope called for him as if she just seen a ghost.

"Hope, slow down."

"You gotta see what's happened!" she immediately took Reverend James' hand and led him to the strange boy. "Remember in Music Appreciation we had a class on Mozart?"

"Yes," he said confusingly.

"Remember you said that he was like a musical pod?"

"Prodigy." He corrected her.

"Exactly! Well, I have one of those, and he's living under my bed!" Hope told the Reverend everything that happened earlier. When the first time she met Evan to the part when she came back from school and found music notes all over the room. All over.

At first, Reverend James didn't believe her but immediately changed his perception after he heard the boy's performance when he played the organ by himself. Alone.

Evan kept playing the organ by the guidance of the music he heard and the feelings he felt. He knew, somehow that the music he heard was the same ones his parents heard. Maybe they were trying to find him through music too. He also knew that it wouldn't be long for him to be home at last.

Lyla Novacek went to the orphanage in Montrose, the place where her son lived for the past eleven years. When Richard Jefferies told her Evan was missing, her heart died again. She sat on Evan's bed in the orphanage thinking, "If I didn't follow dad, all of this wouldn't happened. Oh, Evan… I'm so sorry."

"Are you really Evan's mother?"

Lyla looked at the boy with the question. "Yes," she nodded. "What's your name?"

"I'm Peter. I'm Evan's friend," he smiled. "You know, he always believes that someday you'll come here and find him."

She gave him a short sigh. "Really?"

"Yeah. But, I guess he wanted to find you himself."

Find me himself? "What do you mean?"

"Well, I remember what he said to me before he ran away. We were talking about finding our parents. He said, if they don't find us, we'll just have to go find them."

Oh my God. "And now, he's out there alone looking for me and…" Louis. She added his name silently.

"Don't worry, Evan's tough. I'm sure he'll be alright."

Lyla gave him a short chuckle, "Thanks, Peter. Thank you for being his friend."

Peter realized that he should leave Evan's mother alone. He figured she needed it, but before he walked out the door, he couldn't help himself from saying, "Music."

"What?"

"Music. He always believes in music too. One of his favorite quotes was, I believe in music. Maybe it can help you."

Her eyes flooded with tears again. "Thank you."

"Mr. Jefferies. Hi, it's Lyla Novacek. I found out that he was trying to find me and…"

"Hi, it's Lyla Novacek. Any news about Evan? Is there anything I can do…?"

"Mr. Jefferies. Hi, it's Lyla Novacek again. I was just checking in. If there's any information, just call…"

"Hi, I'm sorry I left you so many messages, but I'm just so worried and if there's anything, you just call me at anytime."

Lyla wasn't going to leave New York as long as she hadn't found her son. She was buying an apartment not far away from Washington Square. She would go there as often as she can, still hoping she would find Louis or Evan there. She even had a fantasy that somehow and someway, she would find both of them together at the same time and place and they would hold each other, never letting go ever again.

She almost dies again when she accidentally mistaken a boy for her son the other day at Washington Square. Both of them are about the same age, the same hair color, the same physical type.

"I'll take it." The apartment was perfect for a temporarily stay. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room complete with a fireplace and a nice kitchen and dining room.

"How long do you think you'll be staying?" asked the landlady.

"As long as it takes."

She thought about what Evan's friend said about music. When it came to the people who were always important to her life, music always gonna be there. Sometimes she thought, "What if I have never given up on music? Maybe if I didn't, I would have found him, found them a long time ago."

Lizzie Forrester flew to New York as soon as she can after she found out that her best friend's son was alive all this time and was missing. She felt really terrible for Lyla. She's been through a lot. And when she thought that Lyla was finally getting the happiness she deserved, it was short-lived.

"Lizzie, I want to play for the New York Philharmonic." There, she said it.

Lizzie couldn't handle her facial expression well. Her then-small gloomy eyes suddenly change into big, round wide eyes filled with shock and a hint of amazement. "Are you sure? Lyla, I thought you never gonna play again."

"I don't know, Lizzie. It's like I just woke up and…I should start playing again," she looked at her cello and said, "I should play. I know it sounds crazy, but maybe…he'll hear me."

It was raining in New York when Louis got there. He took a cab and his first destination was at Washington Square. The closest place to his heart. He knew he had to let go of Lyla, but not just yet. He had to finish what he started eleven years ago. In anyway, he needed The Connelly Brothers to play in New York City. Just like the old days. Maybe then, he could have the courage to finally set Lyla free.

"Hey, Marshall. It's me." he said to his brother in the phone.

"Hey, Louie. How's Chicago?"

"I'm in New York."

"New York? New York? Louis, what are you doing in New York?"

"Listen," Alright, here we go. Brace yourself, Marshall. "Is the band still minus one mad Connelly brother?"

"What?"

"Having you guys here…it'd be great, you know."

"Louis…"

"Just an idea," Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. "Marshall?"

There was a short silence. But, Marshall's breathing indicated that he was still there. He was probably thinking about Louis' sudden idea. "Louis, are you sure? I mean, what if…"

"I'm sure. Really. I think- no, I know this is what we all needed."

"Alright!" Marshall finished his sentence with a joyful laugh. "Louis, I'll be flying with the lads as soon as we can. We'll be there. You just wait there, baby bro!"

"Thanks, man! Really, thanks a lot."

"Yeah, sure. You know I've been waiting for this for like…forever!"

"Yeah." Suddenly Louis couldn't find his voice.

Marshall seemed to notice the changes in his brother's voice. Lyla. It must be her. It has to be her. "Louie, what happened in Chicago?"

"Nothing. Just nothing," Louis looked up the sky, letting rain to fall in his face. "Look, I gotta go. Talk to you soon." He hung up the phone and walked around the central fountain near the arch in the rain. Circling around the central fountain as if he was turning back time over and over again. The rain didn't bother him at all. In fact, it helped him concealing his tears.

After an hour walking and sitting in the rain, Louis went to Irving Plaza. The place where the band played over a decade ago. He was hoping he could get his band back again. "Hey, Frank! It's Louis. Louis Connelly." When Frank didn't seem to remember him, he said, "I played here, with me band a couple years ago."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Really?"

"Well, about ten years ago." When Frank started to ignore Louis and pretended he wasn't there, he said, "Listen, Frank. I'm gonna play you one song, alright. Just one song. And if you don't like it, you can throw me out."

Unlike Frank, Louis was sure he wouldn't get his butt kicked out of the room.