Robert turned quickly. "Is your last name Fitzpatric?"

"How did you know?"

Robert walked slowly toward the young woman.

"Your mother has a sister, Sheila."

Sandy nodded, nervously. "How do you know this?"

Tears filled Robert's eyes, as he looked toward his brother.

"I've found her."

"My God," Phil gasped.

"Are you trying to tell me it was not a dream?"

"Can someone tell me what is going on?" Sandy half cried.

"This is starting to freak me out."

Robert walked to Sandy and took her hands in his.

"Will you show me where you live? Take me to see your mother?"

His voice was suddenly calm, low and gentle.

Sandy was dumbfounded. The reality of the situation was suddenly sinking in. Here she was, on stage, in Toronto, face to face with two of her favourite rock stars. Two of the most famous musicians in the world.

And to make matters even more amazing, one of them was asking her to take him to her home.

It was like a dream come true. A little stranger than she would have wanted, but none the less, still a dream come true.

"Please," Robert pleaded, rubbing her hands gently.

All Sandy could do was nod.

Robert kissed her cheek.

"Thank you. Please wait for me in the wings until the show is over."

Robert motioned to one of the roadies.

Sandy nodded. "Okay."

The roadie led Sandy to the far end of the stage.

It was then the brothers became aware of the audience, once again. There was a dull roar building and that was never good at a concert.

Robert slapped his brother on the shoulder.

"We better get playing, before we have a riot on our hands."

He sprinted to a guitar stand and quickly strapped an electric guitar over his shoulder.

Before Phil wvwn realized what was happening, the sound of a hard rock riff filled the air.

Robert walked to his microphone.

"We love you Toronto."

A huge cheer filled the air.

"And we want to Rock You to Oblivion."

Robert began to play the intro to one of their most popular tunes and seconds later the rest of the band joined in.

The rest of the concert was the usual flawless Knights' show.

"Thank you.

We love you Toronto.

Good night."

Before Glen had finished thanking the audience, Robert had his guitar off and was sprinting across the stage, to the wings, where Sandy was waiting.

He quickly took her hand and led her down the back stage stairs to the underground parking lot where a limousine was waiting.

He opened the door and waited until Sandy was inside, before jumping in and sitting next to her.

"Where do you live?"

"Ah, 127 Holland Drive," Sandy answered.

Robert repeated the address to the driver.

"Get us there as fast as you can."

The driver turned slightly.

"But I was told to wait for all the band members, sir."

"Well I am telling you to take us to 127 Holland drive."

"But sir ..."

Robert cut him off.

"The others can find their own way to the hotel. Call them another limo, for all I care.

Just get this car moving and take me where I told you."

The driver hesitated.

"Drive," Robert yelled, as he raised the barrier between the front and back of the limousine.

The driver started the limousine. He knew better than to argue with Robert Bowman. His famous temper was quickly showing.

"Fuck, I hate it when people don't listen," Robert barked, as the limousine started off.

He turned to Sandy. He could see a look of fear on her face.