David stumbled in to Tibby's, on one leg. He looked around at the cafe where his friends used to meet and plan for the strike. The cafe was still in shambles, blood was still on the floor and walls and the tables and chairs were broken, all but one table and a few chairs. Even though it had been a few months, he still blamed himself for their deaths. He still thought that it should have been him who died and that everyone else should have lived. He looked at the table in the corner, where he saw Jack, delivering a speech to the other newsies. Then he blinked and Jack was gone again, so were Blink, Mush, Racetrack, Spot and all the others. Les hadn't been there, though. He thought he felt two little arms wrapping around his waist and when he looked down, he saw Les, grinning at him. He tried to wrap his arm around the boy's shoulder, but his hand went right through Les and he disappeared. He had been the only one that survived.

By this time, tears had started streaming down his face. "There's a grief that can't be spoken," he sang, "There's a pain goes on and on, empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution, here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow. And tomorrow never came. From the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn, and they rose4 with voices ringing, and I can hear them now! The very words that they had sung! Became their last communion. On this lonely barricade. At dawn. Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me. That I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and oooooonn! Phantom faces at the window! Phantom shadows on the floor! Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will meet no more! Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me, what your sacrifice was for! Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will sing no more." By the end, he was sobbing. His secret love was gone, along with all his friends that he had ever made. Life meant nothing to him anymore. He had nothing to live for anymore.

He was dead, internally, at least. Then the girl he was supposed to marry came up to him. She was nice enough, but he didn't love her. She was a blonde soprano, with a baby face and green eyes. She tried comforting him, but it didn't work. He simply shrugged her off and tottered away, turning to take another glance at Tibby's. The ghosts followed him, of course. They all went off to their respective homes, but Jack walked over to him. "Ise is still on da side of da livin', ya know." he said before hugging David and saying "Youse jus' gotta find us, dat's all." he let got and David asked him if he wanted to come over and Jack accepted his offer, following him home.