In part one we were introduced to a wayward ghost from the moon.  We also met the Lady and her assortment of inanimate-animate objects.  The story ended with the Lady telling the Ghost Boy that he needed to make a decision.  What about?  Read on.

“Decision?” he said out loud, “What decision?”  He reentered the house and floated above the living room floor.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he said.

“You were drawn to the music,” she said, “the music draws lost souls.  My job is to help those lost souls get home—if they want to go home, that is.  That’s I why I said you need to make a decision.”

“How do you know where my home is?”

“You’re a Moon Child,” she replied, “Tabby and I knew that from the moment we saw you.”

“But how do you take me home?”

“I don’t.  The music does.”

“How?”

“It drew you here didn’t it?  If you let it, it will draw you home.”

“To the…to my mm…”  He could say no more.  He suddenly found himself crying.

“Yes,” she said, “to the Moon, your Mother.  But you might not want to go home.  You might like haunting the streets of Philadelphia.  You have to decide whether or not you want to go home.  If you don’t, you’re perfectly welcome to stay here.  If you want to go home, I’ll play the music when I get back from work tomorrow and you’ll be home before you know it.”

The Ghost Boy trembled as he wept.

“You think about it,” the Lady said standing up, “I’m off to bed. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow one way or the other.” 

And with that she left the room, and as she did Silence appeared and began slowly, lovingly, like a grandmother kissing her grandchildren goodnight, touching everything—everything except the Piano.  When he had finished, he draped a silver mesh blanket over the entire room.  It clung to everything except the Piano.  The Lady’s voice could be heard singing quietly from another room.  Silence lifted a little bird that appeared in his hand.  He whispered something to the bird and it flew off in the direction of the Lady.  After a few moments her voice faded.  Silence smiled and turned to the Ghost Boy.  Ghost Boy rose and stepped through the wall and into the street.  He drifted like a wisp of moonlight.  Silence settled down in an easy chair and pulled the drapes aside.  His gaze followed the boy.  Ghost Boy’s weeping could be heard echoing through the trolley lines above the street.  He looked back at the Lady’s house and then up at Mother Moon.  Both had disappeared in the darkness.