Today was an ordinary day for Lambert but he didn't know that something had happened to his dearest friend. Lambert was strolling down the dirt roads avoiding people who were hastily walking past him. Putting his hand in the pocket of his brown coat he grabbed a golden pocket watch out of his pocket. 

The pocket watch felt heavy in his hand and was as smooth as marble. It also felt cold in his hand. Its golden color had faded due to years of use. Lambert opened the pocket watch and faintly heard the quiet and rapid ticking sound of the watch over the bustling noise of the city. He noticed that the time read 9:00. 

Lambert thought to himself. "I'm late again. Is this damn watch fast or something!?" 

Lambert immediately closed his pocket watch and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he began to quicken his pace. Suddenly he heard a loud rumbling approaching him from behind.

"Out of the way kid!" The Carriage Driver yelled out of annoyance. "Move! Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" 

Lambert quickly moved out of the way and almost stumbled as he avoided the carriage. Then he stopped and collected himself and brushed his coat down with his hands making sure that he looked tidy. The material of the coat felt as soft as a cat's fur. 

After a couple of minutes of collecting himself, Lambert began to hastily walk down the street once again. Suddenly he bumped into a boy with short and scruffy chocolate brown hair and sky blue eyes. 

The young boy then got up off the ground and brushed the dirt off his dandelion yellow waistcoat and brown breeches. Then he picked up his small brown leather bag and put the strap over his right shoulder. Awkwardly staring at Lambert he wanted to walk away out of embarrassment until he recognised Lambert and his eyes widened with shock.

"Lambert, is that actually you?" The boy asked, trying to hide his embarrassment. 

"Yes, it's me, Leopold," Lambert replied with a smile. "I still see that you are delivering letters." 

"Yes, I am," Leopold said with a smile. "I'm guessing that you are still playing piano." 

Lambert nodded and Leopold smiled. Then Leopold opened his bag and began searching through the multiple letters. Causing the letters to rustle loudly. Lambert watched him and noticed all the letters knowing that Leopold had just started delivering his letters for the day. 

Lambert thought to himself. "I remember when he would sometimes ask me where certain people lived when we both lived in Salzburg. Seems he's still quite shy. I do feel bad for him. I hope that he eventually finds his confidence." 

Leopold eventually grabbed a letter out of his bag and awkwardly looked at it for a couple of minutes. Handing it to Lambert, Leopold awkwardly stared at Lambert. 

Lambert looked at the letter and noticed the name 'Franz Xaver Mozart' written in cursive on the letter. He also noticed that the writing was slightly smudged. The paper was also slightly discolored from age and it felt slightly rough in his hand.

"Do you know where he lives?" Leopold asked awkwardly.

"Why yes I do Leopold and I am going to head there now," Lambert replied cheerfully. "Do you want me to deliver it for you?" 

"Yes, I would like that Lambert," Leopold replied feeling grateful.

Lambert carefully put the letter in his coat pocket and smiled a little bit. Leopold closed his bag and held out his right hand offering it to Lambert. Who gladly shook Leopold's hand which felt soft and slightly cold. After shaking hands Leopold walked off past Lambert.

Lambert continued walking down the dirt street keeping at a quick pace. Suddenly a familiar teenage girl with long wavy blonde hair and emerald eyes wearing a light gray dress walked up beside him.

"You're late somewhere aren't you Lambert?" The girl said with a small smile on her face.

"A little yes Larissa," Lambert replied awkwardly.

"Can I tell you something, Lambert?" Larissa asked urgently.

"Fine but make it quick Larissa," Lambert replied with a sense of urgency. 

Lambert and Larissa walked over to a nearby small alleyway and stood there out of the bustling main street. Larissa sighed and composed herself.

"Valentin Cella told me he saw a boy running down the street last night. I saw him too but I couldn't recognize him as it was dark. He also wasn't being chased by anyone," Larissa said with slight concern.

 "Do you know where the boy lived?" Lambert asked with curiosity.

 "He came out of one of the neighboring houses where me and Valentin live," Larissa replied, still sounding concerned.

Lambert got his pocket watch out of his pocket and opened it up and noticed that it was 9:15. Urgently closing his pocket watch he then stuffed it back in his coat pocket. Larissa noticed Lambert's urgency and she knew that he wanted to leave this situation.

"I shall let you go back to where you were going, Lambert," Larissa said politely.

"Thank you, Larissa, and I will keep what you said in mind," Lambert replied with a nod.

Lambert exited the alleyway leaving Larissa standing there alone. 

***

Upon reaching Mozart's house Lambert gently knocked on the door to not hurt his hand on the hardwood. Lambert awkwardly stood there waiting for an answer. A couple of minutes passed and there was no answer.

Lambert opened the door and entered the house. Upon closing the door Lambert noticed how much warmer the air felt inside the house compared to the crisp Autumn air outside. 

He then walked over to the nearby large round wooden table. The old wooden floorboards creaked loudly as he walked across them. Once he reached the table he noticed many pieces of sheet music scattered across the table. Which Lambert knew was very unusual as he knew that Mozart liked to keep things tidy.

Lambert then picked up one of the pieces of sheet music. The paper felt smooth and slightly cold in his hands. Upon looking at the piece of sheet music he noticed large ink blotches and coffee stains on the paper. Which was also unusual as Lambert knew Mozart didn't drink coffee.

Lambert thought to himself while still staring at the paper. "What happened here? Why is it such a mess? This is very unlike Mozart to leave things in his home a mess." 

Lambert put the paper down on the table and went to walk over to a nearby chair. But he stopped when he noticed a plain white teacup on the floor which had been shattered into three large pieces. Lambert felt concerned about what had possibly happened when he wasn't here. 

He avoided the teacup and walked over to the armchair near the window. The armchair had a forest green cover with a floral pattern on it. Then he sat down in the chair and the material of the cover felt as smooth as a cat's fur in his hands.

Lambert gazed at the dark wooden grandfather clock on the wall. He noticed that it was close to 9:30 which means that the clock was close to chiming. 

He then drew his attention to the window. Where he saw multiple people walking past some were walking at a slow and steady pace while others were in a rush and some were pushing people out of the way. He also heard some people calmly chatting to each other as they strolled by. While others were yelling trying to get people to move and some were arguing on the side of the road. 

Lambert also saw and heard carriages rumbling past. He also saw a man jog past, which caused a small group of doves and pigeons to scatter and fly up into the sky. He also saw three young boys sprint past screaming joyfully causing a ruckus as they went by. 

Then Lambert drew his attention back to the clock which struck 9:30 and chimed loudly. After a minute the room went quiet again until he heard someone walking down the hallway quietly muttering to themselves. 

Mozart entered the room and began to clean up the sheet music arranging it into a neat pile. Which caused a lot of rustling which was the only sound heard in the room other than Mozart quietly and incoherently muttering to himself. 

Lambert went to get up to help Mozart with tidying up his sheet music. But Mozart signaled him to stop and Lambert stayed seated. 

After Mozart finished cleaning up the mess he walked over to the nearby piano and sat down on the seat in front of the piano. The leather cushion on the seat felt comfortable to Mozart.

He then took a deep breath and gently placed his fingers on the keys of the piano. The keys felt cold and smooth on Mozart's fingertips. Eventually, Mozart began to play, and a soft and somber tune began to fill the room. Suddenly Mozart slammed his fingers down on the keys feeling something hard against his fingers every time he slammed his fingers down on the keys.

Lambert thought to himself. "He doesn't seem alright. Something is bothering him." 

Lambert got up and walked over to Mozart and noticed that his face was covered in tear stains and more tears were beginning to well up in his dark brown eyes. 

The room then fell silent and Mozart noticed Lambert standing next to him and gestured to him to sit down back in his seat. Which Lambert politely did so. 

Mozart got up from the piano and sat down on a wooden chair at the table. He put his head in his hands and began to quietly sob. Lambert sat there unsure what to do. So he unbuttoned his coat revealing a dark green waistcoat with a golden floral pattern on it. 

After a couple of minutes, Lambert got out of his seat and walked over to the table, and sat on the wooden seat opposite Mozart.

"Are you alright?" Lambert asked with concern.

Mozart didn't answer and put his hands on the table and just looked down at the floor.

"What happened? I noticed the mess," Lambert asked, still sounding concerned.

Mozart again stayed silent and didn't look at Lambert as if he didn't exist.

"I have a letter for Franz. If you wish to give it to him," Lambert said politely.

Lambert grabbed the letter out of his pocket and placed it down and moved it closer to Mozart. Mozart picked it up and looked at it for a couple of minutes. Before he tore it up into four different pieces filling the room with the sound of paper being violently ripped. Then he scrunched the four pieces up and threw them on the floor.

Mozart then got out of the chair and walked down the hall. Lambert immediately got up and followed him. Until Mozart entered his room and violently slammed the door before Lambert could enter. The force of the door being slammed almost knocked one of the two paintings that hung up beside the door off the wall. 

Lambert carefully straightened the painting and then awkwardly stood outside Mozart's room. He heard faint crying coming from inside the room. 

"Mozart, please tell me what happened," Lambert said with concern.

Mozart didn't answer and just continued crying to himself.

"Do you want to teach me today?" Lambert asked.

"No," Mozart mumbled. "Come back tomorrow Lambert."

"What was that?" Lambert asked, sounding slightly confused. "I couldn't really hear what you said." 

"I said no," Mozart replied with slight annoyance. "Now go home and come back tomorrow Lambert."

Lambert sighed and buttoned his coat back up preparing to leave. 

"Could you please tell me what happened before I leave?" asked calmly. "I just wanted to know if everything is alright."

"Lambert it's really none of your business," Mozart insisted. "Please go home and forget about what you saw. It's just personal business." 

Lambert walked down the hallway and over to the door which he opened. Then he exited Mozart's house and closed the door and started making his way home.

Lambert thought to himself, feeling slightly worried. "Something bad happened. But he doesn't want to tell me. Also, where was Franz?"