I woke up to Kloppman yelling, just like I had for the past eight years. "Les! Wake up!" a girls voice yelled "I'm up Stage." I yelled. I got up and got dressed. I ran into my younger newsie, Diamond. "Hey Les." I looked down at her she was a sweet kid. Since all of my newsies were young they needed a bedtime story, I told them about my brother and mine adventures, Jack's antics, and other funny stories. Diamond and all the girls loved Storm. I couldn't blame them I loved her too. I'm the Last of the strike newsies. I was the oldest and,just like Jack, I had a girl second in command, Stage, she was a character. I was running around trying to get me and my newsies out the door and eventualy I did.

There were good headlines that day, so I was done before lunch. I decided to wander as I did I accidently ran into a couple I said sorry and ran off. I finally went to Tibby's which I'm surprised it's still there and traded stories about the day. They all talked about the Angel on Layfette, "She's amazing! Say that I was being forced into her alley by the Delancy's, she would come down through the fire escape but skip the last two floors and jump yell something at them, they would cower and run. Then, she buys one pape from each newsie that was hurt, says 'Carryin' the Banner' and runs off." as Joker explained this something caught my attention, jumping from the second floor, "Joker, what does she look like?" he thought for a moment,"a little older then you, blonde hair, blue eyes, has a key around her neck." I automaticaly knew who it was. "It can't be... She's still in the city." all of the newsies at the table looked at me Diamond asked first, "who is she?" I smiled and said "I know the Angel on Layfette her name is Storm." all of the newsies looked amazed, "you mean the Storm from your stories?" Poker asked, "the very same."

Since to day was a half holiday, we all took the afternoon off. We were playing poker, a game I sadly taght all of them. We were all laughin' and having a good time. Then Kloppman yelled up the stairs "Les! You have visitors!" I thought for a moment, who would come visit me. Kloppman knew who Pirate was and would just send her up, my brother? No, I haven't spoke to him in years. I ran out of people by the time I got to the stairs. When I got to the bottom I saw two people, one was a man about my height, had an Italian complection, and if I didn't know any better their was a cigar in his pocket, the women was tall, had brown hair, hazel eyes that had a fire burning in them. "Hello Les, do you remember me?" the man asked it started to come back to me. The cigar, the Italian comeplection, the shortness, "Nice to see you again Race."