"Evan Taylor?"

That one call made everyone in the waiting room to stand up from their seats. They have waited anxiously for the doctor to tell them that Evan was alright. They have waited anxiously for the doctor to tell them that he's safe.

But it was nothing, compared to Louis' and Lyla's awfully long wait. They thought that everything was going to be perfect, but obviously, they thought wrong. That was why they were willing to give everything, anything in a hope that their son will survive.

The doctor looked around to the many faces that were waited impatiently for him to break the news. He looked at each gaze before he finally stopped to look at the boy's parents.

Lyla looked at Dr. Stephen hopefully, but her face showed more concern that ever. She held onto Louis' hand tightly for support, too afraid that she'll lose her control if something bad happen.

"Is he okay?" Louis' voice finally came out.

He was so afraid. There's a voice inside telling him that his son was fine but he was too afraid to believe. He couldn't take the risk. He didn't think that he could bear another lost. It was too much for him, but he knew that he must be prepared. He had to be prepared for what will come. Whatever the doctor will say, he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong for himself and for Lyla. She had been through a lot and no matter what would happen, he'll be there for her. He made a promise. The promise he intended to keep for the rest of his life. That's the least he can do.

Dr. Stephen smiled and nodded his head slowly. "He's safe." His smiled grew wider when he saw relieves in everyone's face.

Oh my God! He's alive! Oh, thank you! Lyla almost couldn't believe her ears. The news was too great. The emotion she felt was very overwhelming. Priceless! She didn't even bother to wipe out the tears that streaming down her face.

Louis pulled her tight and kissed her repeatedly. "He's alright," he said while wiping his own tears of absolute happiness. "Oh love, he's alright."

Lyla rested her face in his chest and sobbed. She felt kind of bad at the first time because Louis' shirt was wet with her tears, but he didn't seem to mind. He kept on hugging her, stroking her head. She was so glad that he was here, with her. She would've never lasted this long without him. He always knew how to comfort her and convincing her that everything was going to be fine. He seemed so strong, but she knew that all this time he was battling with his own feelings. And she wants to stand by him, fighting it too.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much," she thanked the doctor the moment she calmed herself down.

Dr. Stephen smiled appreciatively. "He was in a pretty bad shape. The cut was deep and he lost a lot amount of blood," he said slowly. "We lost him for a minute," he explained carefully. "But he came back."

Louis let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank you. Thank you so much for saving him."

"Can we see him?" asked Lyla.

Dr. Stephen gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. He needs his rest. But don't worry," he assured. "We'll give you a call as soon as he wakes up."

Lyla nodded her head and thanked him again.

"Well," Marshall said. "Look at the bright side, he's fine and you two can see him in the morning," he flashed them a grin. "And I'm sure you wanna look your best when you meet him tomorrow cause," he chuckled. "You gotta admit, we all look like a mess, so…" he picked up a black luggage and a guitar case and handed them over to Louis. "Here's your stuffs, I'm sure you two have a lot of things to do and…let me know when he wakes, yeah?"

"That's right," Nick agreed and pointed to the band. "We all wanna meet our nephew, you know?"

The band was set to leave the hospital when Marshall said, "Oh, Louie?"

"Yeah?"

Marshall winked. "Good luck!"

Oh, boy…Lyla flushed. "Is he always like that?"

"Yup. Sorry about him, he's just…" Louis looked up in the air thinking the right word. "Well, he's just being himself."

"I guess I should get used to your brother's trait?" Lyla smiled.

He gave her a small chuckle and said, "Good luck with that."

After setting things at the hospital, the couple hailed a cab and headed to Lyla's apartment.

"I guess I finally walk you home, ha?" Louis joked. He remembered the last time when he offered to walk her home on that fateful morning.

The first thing Louis noticed when he entered Lyla's apartment was her cello. The cello was beside a window with a beautiful view of Washington Square. He looked around the apartment, viewing every line, every corner and every inch.

The place was simple, yet beautiful. There are boxes at one corner, which he implied that Lyla just moved in here from Chicago. The living room was painted cream with two-seat sofa in front of a fireplace, and a simple bookcase that was filled with pictures.

But one picture succeeded in making him smile and picked up the photo. It was the photo of August. He was smiling happily, flashing his two dimples and beaming with his blue eyes.

"I got that from Mr. Jefferies," Lyla explained. "Before he gave me this picture, I always imagine he'll look like this. And surprisingly, I was right."

"Well, it's not hard imagining him," he said. "He's a beautiful boy."

Lyla continued to stare at Evan's picture. She couldn't even describe what she felt when Dr. Stephen told her that Evan came back to life he died for a minute. Oh, he's so strong. Could it be that Moondance brought him back to life? Only God knows. "Louis?" she called.

"Yeah?"

She silenced herself for a moment. She was thinking whether she should say the words that were lingering in her thoughts or not. She knew what she was about to say could ruin everything that was finally coming together, but she needed to be sure. "You don't have to do this."

"Do what?" Praising our son?

"I, I don't…" she gulped. God, this is so hard. "I don't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to," she expressed it without even looking at his eyes. She wasn't even sure that she had the courage to do so. "I…I'll be fine," No, no I won't! Don't listen to me, please… "Really," she greeted her teeth to stop herself from crying. It would be a total embarrassment if she cried after saying this.

"Ly…"

"I don't want to force you," she cut him off, repeating the same word.

Louis put down the picture slowly and saw Lyla's shivering hand. He locked their hands securely and said, "You're not forcing me to do anything. I want to be here, I want to be involved, and I want to be with you and August or Evan," he paused for awhile and said, "And be with you, means forever. Not for one night or a month or a year…but forever," he wiped her single tear. "I'll be a fool if I ever let you go."

Lyla couldn't stop herself from crying again. Damn it, Lyla! Can you at least control your tears? She was beginning to worry if Louis going to get bored with her tears and insecurities. But she doubted it. Besides, he even realized that they have been calling their boy with two different names. He noticed all the little things. "Really?"

He grinned. "Come here," he said pulling her closely and kissed her lips.

Their kiss was perfect. Like in the end of a movie when the hero and heroine finally share their eternal kiss. True, they had already experienced it before but this time was different. It felt like everything was alright. Nothing can tear them apart but death. Oh, how she wished it would come true.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked playfully.

She chuckled at spotted his guitar case. "Can you play it for me?"

"Of course," he said while he opened the case. He waited for Lyla's reaction when she saw their picture inside.

"Oh," she said surprisingly. "I remember this one. Your brother is terrible, he won't leave us alone."

"Yeah, he didn't like it when people are having the time of their lives," he picked up his guitar and settled on Lyla's sofa. "Actually, I wrote you a song and we played it at our concert tonight. Wanna hear it?"

"Absolutely."

Louis started playing the guitar and sang.

When the one thing you're looking for,

Is nowhere to be found,

And you're back-stepping all your moves,

Trying to figure it out

Lyla listened to every word he sang. This is how he felt when I left. He threw all of the emotions and elements into the song, making it one of the most beautiful songs she ever heard. And the best part was, the song was written for her. Oh, kill me now.

It's the first thing you see,

As you open your eyes,

The last thing you say,

As you're saying goodbye,

Something inside you is crying

And driving you on

Again, she felt like her soul had flown away from her body. She managed to interpret the words and she forced herself from crying again. It's the first thing you see as you open your eyes meant her. She was the first thing he saw when he woke up that morning. And the last thing he said as he was saying goodbye was "Say yes." Yes! I love you!

In New York Children's Hospital, one boy in a ward was lying unconsciously on a hospital bed. He was fighting, using his inner strength to wake up from his dark, lonely world. But then, suddenly he heard something.

He was still alone in the dark with nothing but silence. But now, the silence was gone. In his subconscious mind, he heard a sound. As if someone was singing. And the voice…the voice was very familiar. He knew that voice.

Cause if you haven't found me,

I would've found you

The boy slowly found himself disappearing from the darkness and was appearing in one bright place. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

I would've found you…