It touched their heart knowing that their son had so many people who cared about him. From a girl of Evan's age, to a Reverend and the entire church choir, to of course, Richard Jefferies who was always so dedicated.

They showed their sympathies and kindness by volunteering to wait for Evan until they knew that everything was alright.

"You know," Lyla said in a soft voice. "This is the same place where my dad told me that I lost Evan before," she looked at Louis and said, "I don't want to lose him again."

"You won't," he assured her. "He's a tough kid. He worked so hard to find us… and he did," he looked down to his hands. "Do you think he just gonna throw it all away?"

"No," she said without a pause. "No, he…he won't."

Louis gave her a weak smile. "I met him at the Square today. Before the concert."

"What?"

"I know, it's unbelievable." he grinned. "He was angry and…sad. Really sad. We played guitar together," he snort. "Wallace was there. If I had known who he was, I would've kept August away from him."

Lyla closed her eyes, trying to digest the information. Louis had met their son! They even played together! And Wallace, the man who responsible for hurting her son was there, with them!

"He said he can't go to his concert," he continued. "And I told him that if I had a concert, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Lyla looked at Louis confusingly when he was suddenly frowning.

"Wait," he said.

"What? What is it?"

"He asked me, what if something bad would happen to him, if he went to his concert. And I…I told him that, he shouldn't give up in his music."

She still looked at him, waiting patiently for what he was about to say.

"Cause if something bad happens…it's the one place he could escape. Where he can be…safe," he said, hopes filling his eyes.

"He can hear us. Just as we can hear him."

"Yes," Louis said happily. "We have to do something that could make him hear us."

"But what can we do? We're in a hospital. We can't make noise."

He smiled. "We don't have to be loud."

Chicago, IL.

Thomas Novacek was packing his things. He figured maybe his daughter was obsessed on finding her son. His grandson. He also knew that the first place she would go was New York.

The place where it all begin.

He wanted to set things right with his daughter again. He wanted to be close with her as they used to. He knew it was his fault in the first place. He should've never given his grandson away for adoption.

But what could he do? Lyla was too young. She was eighteen years old, for God sake! What was he supposed to do? He did what he thought was the right thing to do. She was too young to raise a baby.

It would destroy her. Just like it destroy his sweet Miranda. It broke his heart when she left him and Lyla. She wasn't ready, and she accused her own child for destroying her career as a cellist.

Poor, Lyla. He never told her what happened to her mother. He never really talks about it. He didn't want history to be repeated again. The pain would be unbearable.

But he knew now, Lyla was different from her mother. She always wanted her child. The lied he told her was unnecessary. Thinking that her son died because of the car crash made her became a different person.

And it was his fault.

From now on, he would do whatever it takes to bring back his grandson. He was not young as he used to be. He wanted to be surrounded by his own family when he died. The last thing he wanted was to die alone.

He wanted his family back. He would do anything to bring them back. He would go to New York and help Lyla find her son.

Thomas was just about to zip his luggage when his attention focused on the television. His attention focused on a boy. He was on the news. There was something about his face that caught his eyes.

The boy has Lyla's face. Thomas quickly turned up the volume and listen. He could swear that he might get another heart attack when he heard Lyla's name. It was him! Lyla's son! His grandson!

And that was only half of it. Apparently, the boy, August Rush was hurt. He was stabbed, for God sake! And the worse part, Lyla was there. She witnessed the whole scene!

She would never forgive him now.

Oh God, help us.

New York, NY.

Louis held Lyla closed to his body and hummed a song softly. The hum was so supple that it could only be heard by both of them. Yet, Louis was sure that his son was able to hear him.

If he could hear someone calling out to him in New York, when he was still in San Francisco, from East to West, then August can and will hear it.

After all, the song he hummed wasn't just any song.

Moondance.

He hummed Moondance. The song he sang to Lyla over a decade ago, the night they met. The song August played in his rhapsody, tonight. It was a miracle on how that one simple song was able to bring them back together.

It was successful before, it would be a success again.

It had to.

"You think he hear that?" Lyla asked. Eyes smiling.

Louis looked at her and returned the smile. "Yes, love," he said. "He can."

"Louie," Marshall called his brother. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" his gazed turned to Lyla, silently asking permission.

"Sure," Louis looked at Lyla and said, "I'll be right back."

"Louie…oh man, I don't even know where to start," Marshall confessed. "I'm sorry for what happen. Wh…when are you gonna stop being a target to cruel fate? You know what I mean, right?"

Louis let out a sigh. "Don't ask."

"When did you find out?"

"Tonight," he said without even asking his brother when he found out what. He already knew what his brother was talking about. "After our concert, I ran away remember? I just…I just knew by the music he played."

"What?"

"I'm telling you the truth, Marshall."

"Louis, you're a grown up man. When are you gonna realize that…"

"Life isn't a fairytale?" he finished the sentence. "I know that. But I'm not lying. This is the real deal," his frustrated expression turned into worried. "Marshall, I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean?"

"It's been three hours and there's still no news about him. I've missed twelve years of his life. I don't want to lose him now."

"Lou…" Marshall tried to said but his brother didn't seem to pay attention.

"I know I have to be strong but, I…I don't know how long I can handle this." Louis looked at Lyla who was sitting alone. The sad expression on her face was clearly visible. Oh, August. Please don't go. We need you so much.

Marshall nodded his head in understanding. "You know," he looked up in the air and said, "When I first saw him, I thought…I thought I was looking at you."

Louis finger-combed his hair, thinking "That's exactly what I was thinking when I first saw August. I can't believe he saw it too."

"He was so scared and…he was also very brave too," Marshall smiled. "You know what I think? I think that if your August is anything like you," he looked at his brother and said, "Which is very likely, he'll be strong and…he'll make it through."

Marshall welcomed his brother's hug and after they broke away from each other Louis said, "I can't believe you just said that."

"Honestly," he shot back in his signature mocking tone. "I can't either."