"Evan?" Richard called the young boy. Louis and Lyla were behind him, ready to be officially introduced for the first time. Surprisingly, Evan was not where he was supposed to be. "Evan?" Richard called again. No respond. He stole a glance to the couple who were looking around trying to find their son.

"Evan…"

The three of them instantly looked at the young girl who said Evan's name. She was pointing left to a dark place.

But something else made Lyla grew worried for her son's whereabouts. The girl, she was trembling. Her eyes filled with fears. Her mouth opened, forming the shape of an O. Lyla knew something was wrong.

"Where is he?" Louis croaked. What is going on? I don't like this. Something's wrong. What is it?

"What's your name?" Richard kneeled down and asked softly.

Hope looked at Richard slowly and answered, "Hope."

"Hope," Richard repeated. "Can you tell us where Evan is?"

"He…" Hope stopped herself and took a deep breath so that she won't cry. "There…there was a man and he took him away. August didn't want to go, he…he was struggling. It was really, really awful."

"Oh, no. No…no, no, no, no." Lyla cried. No, please. No. Evan…

"Did they saw you?" Jefferies asked.

"No, they didn't. I was hiding behind the pillar. They didn't see me."

"Wait," Louis interrupted. "This man, does he…" he closed his eyes, trying to remember. "Does he have an odd looking face with big black hat?" he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He was shivering when Hope gave him swift nod.

"You know him?" Lyla asked Louis confusedly.

"No. I… I saw him this evening at Washington Square. He was with August and…"

"Maxwell Wallace." Richard said.

"What?" Louis and Lyla asked in unison.

"Maxwell Wallace," Richard said again. "He was a former street kid musician in New York City. Something happened to him, he quits playing. Then he started hiding runaway children and makes them play music," he explained. "See here," he let out two piece of paper and handed them to Louis and Lyla each. "This is the missing reports on Evan Taylor and August Rush. Each report stated that your son maybe accompanied by an adult male."

"We…we have to find him," Lyla said. "If we find this guy, then we'll find Evan," she looked at Richard. "Right?"

"Right. Urm… let's start on Washington Square."

"No," Louis objected. "We have to separate. You go check on the park, Lyla and I will check on the airport."

"The airport?" Lyla asked. "Why?"

"Just in case. I mean, we all know he lives in New York. Maybe he plans to take August far away from New York."

"He's right," Richard agreed. "I'll call the police."

"Wizard, let me go!" Evan shouted.

"No! You better listen to me, boy! You are coming with me whether you like it or not. Do you understand?"

Wizard took the struggling boy to JFK. They needed to get out of New York. It was not safe for August and himself to stay in New York anymore. Now that the boy had found his parents, it won't be long until cops chase him and the last thing he wanted was to end up in jail. He had taken all of his money and planned on leaving New York real quick for Denver in Colorado.

"Wizard, please! I don't want to go with you!" Evan said. His voice was breaking now, tears falling down his cheeks.

This isn't happening. Tonight was supposed to be the most important and happiest night of my life. I'm not supposed to be with Wizard. I'm supposed to be with my parents. Please, Wizard…please don't do this to me.

"Wizard, please! I want to be with my parents. I've found them. They're not dead."

"You better shut your mouth! Get it?" Wizard gave him a mean looking expression. "I don't care about your parents. I don't care if you wanna be with them. What I care, is that I want you to come with me."

"No!" Evan was struggling again. The tight grip of Wizard's hand on his arm was hurting him, but he had to get away. "Help!"

"Shut up!"

"Help! Somebody please, help me!"

"August! Shut up!

Evan didn't care what Wizard said. He just continued shouting in the middle of the airport. Someone would hear him, and help him. Please! Somebody please! Help me!

"So," Steve asked. "Are we heading for San Francisco, or what?"

"Well, stay in New York for a couple of days wouldn't hurt now, would it?" Marshall answered. "Let me call Louis, I'll try to find out what he's up to." Marshall picked up his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Louis' number. Then, something caught his attention.

"Help!" the cried for help came from a boy who was struggling.

"What's that?" asked Nick.

"Excuse me," Marshall said after walking towards the boy who was struggling with a man. "You alright?"

"Sir, please! He's trying to kidnap me!" Evan yelled.

"Kidnap?"

"Don't listen to my son," Wizard said. "He just didn't want to go back home."

"Marshall, I can't talk right now." Louis' voice was hanging on the telephone.

"No! Don't listen to him! He's not my father! Please, you have to believe me!" Evan screamed.

"August?" Louis asked loudly. "August? Is that you?"

Both Evan and Wizard stunned in silence. Marshall was the only one who was frowning. August? What the hell?

Evan stared at the phone with wide-open eyes. August? Wait, I know that voice! It's Louis! My dad!

"Dad! Dad! I'm here. I'm at the airport! HELP!" Evan was being pulled by Wizard again. "No!"

"Dad?" Marshall asked confusedly. Since when?

"August! August! Are you there?"

"Louis, what is going on?" Marshall yelled on the phone.

"Marshall! Listen to me! Hold them off! Hold them off! Where are you?"

"I'm at terminal eight. Louis what is going on?"

"Just hold them off!"

Wizard was panicking. Bringing August to the airport was a bad mistake. He should've just taken the bus. Now, everyone was looking at him like he was a serial killer. August's non-stop screaming only made it worse. He looked around and he wished he had died when police officers suddenly came near him trying to storm him off.

"Kid!" Marshall ran towards the man and the boy. "Tell me now; is this man really your father?"

"No, he's not!"

"He's lying! I'm his father, alright!" Wizard shot back.

"Sir," a police officer said. "Let go of the boy, turn around, and put your hands on the back where I can see them."

"That won't be necessary. My son and I are just going to be heading off."

"Evan!"

Evan turned around and searched for the voice that called him. He looked around and saw his parents, running towards him. They're here! Yes! They're here!