[She's been gone for a while, Imelda. The knowledge of it stabs at him. It's been harder to reach his family and harder for him to get to play Coco's song with her. Back to playing music alone, he can't help finding it lonely at times, not the relief it used to be now that he's so close to true happiness again.

On this night, it can't be brushed aside. He goes and starts to look. Whether passing in the Hall or knocking on a door, he finds himself facing Ekkehardt with a request.]

Hey, Ekkehardt. I know this is out of the blue, but, would you be interested in something of an impromptu jam session?