It had been quite a long time. But from deep within, still lay the beginnings of hope. So we continued down the path. Listening to the strains of atonal flutes passages bouncing off the rocks. Passages that were lifted from the concerto. But he was out that day waiting by the shore for answers from the sea. The song of the sea. Idly waiting to hear that answer he'd been searching for. Who knows now. So now, it's sit back and hear the final four attempts. Was it ever heard?