I looked around my new room in Brooklyn and sighed a bit running a hand through my mused up black hair and my startling green eyes looked around and I couldn't help but sigh a bit. My dad was probably downstairs smoking and my mom well she left a few years ago. I stood there my pale skin gleaming with sweat and it was sticky as well from it. I groaned and looked around lighting a smoke and looking around my new room. I opened up the window and sat on the ledge smoking and flicking ash into an old shot glass. I smirked a bit as I heard my dad snoring downstairs and stood up putting my cig out and walked downstairs and grabbed boxes marked basement and went downstairs. It was pretty dark and I cringed a bit at the musty smell and put my things down and moved around the boxes to find a light I felt my toe stub something and I fell forward. "OH NO!" I yelled crashing down.

I hit the ground and groaned a bit and sat up and saw a big trunk sitting in front of me, the trunk was starting to erode in some place as if it were centuries old, the pain was green, and the silver clips and sides I saw a lock and groaned annoyed and went into my pocket and found a bobby pin, and a safety pin and started to work on it. I growled frustrated and heard a boyish chuckle I jerked up and looked around and a box fell off a shelf hitting the ground with a thump and I heard a clang. I looked around and saw a chain and pulled letting light fill the room.

I saw a cord, and a key on the cord I looked around and picked it up and ran my fingers over the ancient key and smiled a bit. It was really cool I looked at the trunk next and walked over to it but something stopped me it was old news papers.

"huh?" I wonder aloud and walked over looking through them and I saw one about a strike. Its from the Sun and I saw a picture with a lot of boys and I saw one stand out looking out of the paper a pair of eyes that seemed to be staring into my soul. Then something made me scream a face came out of the paper and I yelled and fell over. The thing was laughing hysterically I glared at it and he laughed harder.

"that was great…hahahha…oh my god dat was awesome Ise haven't been able to haunt anyone for a while" the ghostly boy said I glared at him clutching the key.

"you jerk!" I yelled and I heard a grunt then a snore from upstairs and sighed a bit my dad was sleeping through all of this?...i couldn't even fathom it. The ghost hovered and I sighed pushing a black lock of curled hair from my face and wiped sweat from my brow. "listen who are you and what do you want?" I asked annoyed and he grinned at me brushing a lock of pale hair, and rolled a ghostly smoke and lit it smoking and grinning at me.

"Ise spot conlon, ise was da leadeh of da Brooklyn newsies and ise need ya ta save me and me goil siren…dats what ise want..open dat trunk over dere.." he said pointing at the green ancient trunk and I stood up brushing off my pants and shirt and walked over. I put my hair into a mesy bun on the top of my head and put the key into the lock and opened the trunk the top fell back and I coughed at the dust and musty.

"what exactly am I looking for?" I asked curiously and he floated over and flicked his ghostly smoke awayfrom him and he looked inside and went to grab something but his hand went through it. I grabbed it myself and saw a drawing of spot with someone. The girl was kind of…sickly looking but pretty in her own way, her eyes were pretty cynical and cold.

"dats siren.." he said smiling softly at the photo looking over my shoulder and I glared at him annoyed.

"she seems lovely" I said carefully at his look on his face and I looked in the trunk after setting the drawing down for him to be able to see it. He was pushing up the sleeves of his long johns and picked at a patch on his pants and stared at it. "you really loved her didn't you?" I asked and he nodded a bit sadly. "want to talk about it?" I asked and he glared at me and started to laugh.

"ise am spot conlon king of Brooklyn ise don't need a little goils help!" he yelled I glared at him and stood up slowly.

"you're a bastard everyone needs to talk to someone at some point! You cant be alone all the time and not be able to talk to someone you would fucking explode!" I yelled at him and he looked at me shocked and laughed hysterically.

"whats youse name?" he asked and I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him raising an eyebrow at him.

"Juliet rose carpenter" I said and he grinned at me rolling the name off his lips and tongue I rolled my eyes and went back to the trunk and saw clothes there. I found myself looking up at spot and he watched me closely and I cringed internally thinking things over. "how will I get there?" I asked and he jumped slightly surprised.

"huh?" he asked me curiously tipping his head to the side making his hair fall into his face. He played with a cane twirling it between his fingers.

"How will I get to your time period whatever time that is.." I said confused he grinned a bit and looked at me with an amused expression on his face he put his head on his hand and grinned at me.

"I was born in 1886 I died in 1900" he said grinning at me his eyes kind of faraway as if he was in another time. I looked at him and looked at his clothes and noticed a dark grey spot and it looked weird…like it was a stab wound or something over his heart.

"did you get stabbed?" I asked curiously and he looked at me sternly and then it turned into something sadder.

"yeah…savin siren from me enemy Snake" he said looking around not looking me in the eyes I felt really bad for him and I grinned at him a bit.

"what do I need again for me to get there?" I asked and he looked around and nodded to himself. He floted over to me and looked at me closely.

"first youse need ta know…fighting is a big thing…youse need ta know 'ow to" he said and he looked me over.

"Listen I know karate, along with dance and gymnastics" I said crossing my arms over my chest and he nodded and looked at me closer.

"remembeh I always make me new newsies do an initiation of diving into da cold water on da docks, fight me biggest newsie, and of course sell about a hundred papes in one day" he said sternly I nodded and sat for over an hour listening on how to sell papers.

"so now what do I do?" I asked and he nodded and pointed to his clothes.

"ise got money in dere, and me clothes put dose on now" he said I nodded and changed into them after he turned around and put the money in my pocket. "now say da incantction and burn it" he said I nodded and sighed a bit nervously.

"I call on the power of the elements to send me to the year 1899" I said and I burned the paper and I felt a feeling in my gut and I felt sick and dots started to blue my vision as I passed out.