Summary: Phantom is back, and her past is too. Will the death of her parents many years ago bring up more issues? Why did she run last time, and will she again? Her heart is torn again and with the help of her newsies and Manhattan and Brooklyn will her heart stay like it is? There may be romance in this later, but ill see how it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the movie newsies, I do own Phantom and anyone from the Bronx that is not familiar.

A/N: Heres the sequel to A Heart in Chains, read that story first! Sorry this chapter is a little short but I just wanted to see if anyone would read this, please review to let me know if I should continue..thankss and enjoy I hope to have the next chapter up soon

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While most of the city rose from their beds, and began to get ready for the day ahead of them, we were already on the streets waiting for them to come to us. That was the one thing I hated about this work, getting up early, and if that wasn't bad enough I now found myself being snowed on. I growled in frustration and blew into my hands to warm them up, while scanning the headlines for anything good to use.

"5 story fire strikes the Bronx, hundreds injured!" I yelled into the group of adults passing by. I instantly sold 8 papers and for once I wasn't improving the truth that much. Over the night a fire had hit a 5 story apartment, but it had been an abandoned building.

The newsie life led to this improving the headlines to make a living and I would never think twice about making up these lines, people needed to eat, and well it's honest enough for me. Due to the headlines of a fire, it didn't take me long to sell all 100 papers I had taken for the day and I soon drifted off to the poker house I owned hoping to find more newsies there.

As the noon sun shined down on the snow covered streets I quickly entered the warehouse now made into a poker house for newsies to come to. Inside wasn't much warmer than outside but at least I was out of the snow.

"Hey Phantom." Razor said from a small table in the middle of the room. I nodded to him and walked over, seeing a few of the other newsies around him. I smiled as I saw a poker game in the making.

"Deal me in" I said as I pulled up a chair next to Razor. He nodded and gladly dealt me my hand. As the hour dragged on I slowly felt myself losing focus in the game and thinking back to the headlines. Something about the fire sparked a memory of my past and I couldn't shake it.

"Fold" I sighed placing my cards down on the table. Razor raised his eyes from his cards to meet mine, "Ya feelin' alright Phantom?"

I nodded and stood up from the table, "I'm goin' to get some lunch" Razor nodded and quickly went back to his game hoping to win another round.

I really wasn't in the mood to get food so I took the time to walk around my territory, something that oddly cleared my head and settled my nerves. But this walk seemed to take longer for my thoughts to be cleared, and I found myself heading toward the abandoned building that had caught fire last night.

As I came across the building I felt a strong sense of déjà vu, like I had been to the building before or maybe it was the fact it was reduced to a ruin of a building, charred from the fire that sparked my memory.

While I gazed at the sight before me, I heard screams surrounding me. I felt as though my world was crashing down around me, I could see a building overcome in flames in front of me. But the screams kept coming, I thought it was from the building, thought maybe it was my parents yelling for me, but soon I realized I was the one screaming. I was broken at the age of three, remembering seeing the building that held my parents, burn to the ground in front of me. I was too helpless to do anything and as the cops showed up I remember running from everything I had once loved, the only things I had known in the world.

I shook my head and brought myself back to the present. Back to the abandoned building in front of me, with no sense of smoke, flames, or screams still present. I felt a single tear escape from my eye. I roughly wiped it away and turned away from the building that seemed to be haunting me.

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That night I found myself sitting outside of the lodging house, currently enjoying my cigar, but that seemed to be all I was enjoying. As I blew another cloud of smoke out in front of me, I heard a noise behind me. I quickly turned my head to see the outline of Haze.

"Why aren't you on the roof tonight?' he asked taking a puff from my cigar as I handed it to him.

"Figured no one would look for me here" I said shrugging. He laughed, and passed the cigar back.

"You didn't hide that much…you're in front of the house. So I'm guessing you didn't mind if some one found you"

"You know me too well Hazel." I said staring at the darkness in front of me.

"So why can't you sleep? I know you love the dark but I can tell something is bothering you, I saw you leave the poker house yesterday and I know there was still a game goin on… so spill"

Haze was one of the few people I would let talk to me like that without hurting, and usually it was because he was right. I looked into his eyes for once showing the torment that my body was feeling, "My parent's death have been haunting me lately, since I read bout that fire yesterday but I don't know why."

Haze seemed to think for awhile, "Well I don't know Phantom, last time you thought like this was the time you took off…ya thinkin' bout that again?"