"I was really nervous," Evan said excitedly. He was telling his new-found family including his uncle, Marshall and of course, his father's bandmates about his concert. His mother's best friend, Lizzie Forrester was also there with her husband, David. They were all there, visiting him. "I kept on conducting and…hoping I won't screw up."

"Well, you didn't screw up. It was amazingly beautiful," Lyla praised.

"Yeah," Louis agreed. "And the best part was when the symphony suddenly turned into Moondance. I was completely shocked."

"Moondance?" Evan frowned.

His father nodded his head. "Yeah. Why? What's wrong?"

"What's Moondance?"

Lyla gave her son an amusing look. "You know, the song you conduct at your concert," she said.

Evan shook his head and shrugged. "Which part?"

"You know, the part when the girl stopped singing and the music goes like this," Louis quickly cleared his throat and sang slowly.

Well it's a marvelous night for a Moondance,

With the stars up above in your eyes…

"Oh," Evan said in recognition. "That one," he laughed. "I'm sorry…I didn't know it had a name."

"How come you didn't know the name of the song?" Lizzie asked.

He shrugged again. "I don't know…I have no idea it was a song. I thought it was just something that I hear."

The hospital room filled with laughter. Lyla held Evan's hand and said, "You're amazing, you know that?"

Evan smiled happily.

"So where'd you hear it?" Marshall asked curiously.

"Urm…" He looked up the air, trying to remember. He gave himself a moment and said, "The first time I heard was when I was at Wizard's lair. He was playing it with his harmonica," Evan grinned. "I didn't know it was actually a song."

Louis gaped. Harmonica? Wait a minute…that night…the guy was playing a harmonica. Then, suddenly it hit him.

Harmonica.

Big hat.

Washington Square.

New York.

There was only one person that came through his mind. One man. One being that played an important part in his, Lyla's and their son's lives.

Maxwell Wallace. Wizard.

"What about the rest of your…symphony? Where'd you hear it?" Marshall asked again, clearly amazed by his nephew's wide range of talents.

"Everywhere, I guess. Sometimes I wake up and it's there, fully composed. Sometimes I hear it when I'm walking down the street." Everyone laughed again. But, Evan took it as a compliment. They were not laughing at him. They were laughing with him.

Louis quickly shook his thoughts off. He didn't want to ruin this happy moment by telling everyone what he just discovered. He hoped no one noticed his 'I-just-found-out-Maxwell-was-the-one-who-played-Moondance-the-night-I-fell-in-love-with-Lyla-which-is-the-same-night-August-was-conceived' expression. He quickly smiled at his son, who looked happier than the first time he saw him.

Little did he know, Marshall noticed his sudden change of expression. He called his brother softly, "Louie," he signaled with his eyes and pointed out the door. "Now."

"What's wrong?" Louis asked when they were out of the room.

Marshall looked at his brother frustratingly. "What's wrong? I'm the one who should ask you this question, baby bro. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine," he said simply, hoping that Marshall would drop this subject.

"Oh, really? Then, why…" he stopped himself when he spotted a man in his fifties standing still in front of the door. Marshall stared at the man for a moment before he asked, "Can I…help you with anything?"

"Is this…is this the room for urm…Evan Taylor?"

Marshall looked at his brother. He's the one who should be answering the question, not him. But, Louis seemed to have misplaced his mouth. Instead of answering the question, Louis kept on staring at the old guy as if he knew who he was and he wasn't supposed to be here. Marshall cleared his throat awkwardly. Fine, Louie. I'll do the talking. I wonder what's got into his head right now? "Yes, it is…and you are…?"

"I'm…I'm," the old guy said, nervously.

"You're…?" What? Don't tell me you forgot your name?

"I'm Lyla's father."

Marshall looked at Louis again, this time with wide eyes. No wonder the guy's nervous. Well, with the way Louis was looking at August's infamous grandfather, he has every reason to be. This should be interesting.

No…this should be very interesting.

Indeed.

"Well, well, well…" Marshall shot his signature mocking tone. "You have a lot of nerve coming in here. What? Do you actually think that you could just come in here and be the greatest granddaddy in the whole wide world and kiss and hug my poor little nephew? Despite the fact that…you're the one who released him for adoption in the first place? Despite the fact that you forged your own daughter's signature and…"

"Marshall," Louis stopped him. He glared angrily at Thomas Novacek. "This is between him and Lyla and August," his voice didn't hide any hint of anger. "It doesn't have anything to do with us."

"What do you mean it doesn't? Of course it does! Do you not remember, Louis? He's the one who responsible for…"

"Keep your voice down!" he whispered harshly. He looked back at Lyla's father. "Do you really think you should go in there?"

Thomas nodded. "I need to go in there," he said firmly.

Louis looked through the small glass at the door. Everyone in the room was having a good time. Lyla and August, they were happy. He didn't want it to end. But he didn't have the right to stop Lyla's father. No matter what he did, he was still Lyla's father. August's grandfather. Only they can decide. "Please don't make things worse," he pleaded. "Everything is almost fine now. I don't…"

"I want to make things right," Thomas said. "I need to explain myself. If they still couldn't forgive me…after I do, then I'll leave."

Louis nodded. He opened the door slowly. "Lyla?"

Lyla looked at Louis and her expression immediately changed. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her father was there! He was there, standing behind Louis! She stood up and stared at her father angrily.

"Uncle Thomas?" Lizzie exclaimed, clearly shocked by his presence. "What…what are you doing here?" Uh, oh! Not good! This is bad! This is really bad!

Thomas ignored Lizzie and slowly stepped into the room. "Lyla…can we talk?"

Evan looked at the strange man confusingly. Who is he? Why does Mom looked so mad at him?

"There's nothing to talk about," she said coldly.

Thomas looked at his daughter's eyes, silently begging. "Lyla, please? Just, please…let me explain."

"Alright," she said. "Explain."

Thomas looked around the room that filled with a lot of people. She didn't really expect him to explain everything in front of everyone, was she? Or is this her idea of punishment? He looked at his grandson and felt fully ashamed. His grandson was looking at him confusingly, clearly unaware who he was. Clearly unaware that he was the one who was responsible for making his life a total misery. He turned to his daughter again. "Lyla, please? I'm really…really sorry. Can we…can we just talk alone?"

"No," she shook her head. She didn't shout or yell. Her voice was completely calmed. But her eyes didn't match her tone. "If you want to say something, you have to say it right here. In front of everyone. In front of Louis, in front of me…in front of Evan."