The scream was continued on the other side of the screen, however, when the two girls saw a giant owl in a top hat. They were huddled together on the floor of the entirely white room, which looked like it could go on forever. The only other person, or should I say bird, was the creepy looking owl.

"Hello there, Bridget McAShton and Rebecca Smith. How are we this fine evening?" Rebecca shot up, fuming.

"How are we? How are we? We were just sucked into a TV and you're asking how are we?" She got up into the owl's face, glaring. He laughed at the girls anger, causing her to get all the more angry. Bridget got up and grabbed Rebecca's arm, in an attempt to calm her down.

"Rebecca, calm... Breath, in, out. Think Newsies, Reb. Racetrack, Racetrack..." She calmed her friend down instantly by mentioning her favorite Newsie; the one, the only, Racetrack Higgins.

"Which reminds me of why I have summoned the two of you here." There was a simaltanious eye role from the 14 year old girls. He couldn't have got to that sooner, could he? There was a loud pop and the two girl's clothes were changed into exactly what their Newsies wore; suspenders, Newsie hat, and cotton shirts and pants. Bridget's suspenders were blue, while Rebecca's were black. The two girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well, what did you summon us here for, Mr. Owl sir?" Bridget asked. The owl smiled, somehow through his beak, and let out a lighthearted chuckle.

"Well, my dears. You are in for quite the surprise. Which of you remembers the wish you have made every Friday night, since the begginning of your constant watching of your Newsies program?" Bridget and Rebecca stared at the owl with wide, incrediulous eyes.

"How could we forget?!" Bridget exclaimed. Really, the same wish made for the past 3 years was pretty hard to forget.

"Yeah! We've wanted to go back in time to 1899 New York and live with our sexy, smirking Newsies!" The owl kept on his smile, which seemed to make his feathers browner for some odd reason.

"Well, you're getting your wish!" The two girl's mouths hung open in shock, and then two ear piercing screams of absolute joy reveberated from the two females in the room, "Calm down, ladies. You will not be delivered to 1899, however. You will end up in 1900."

"1899, 1900, to me right now it's all the same!" Bridget exclaimed.

"Jeeze, Bridge! Woah, woah, woah! Hold it! Mr. Owl sir, how're we getting there? And how do you know our wish? And how-"

"Calm yourself, Reb! Don't rush the owl, dammit!" Bridget exclaimed.

"Ok, I'll answer your questions. You are getting there the same way you got here, to the In Between. I'm going to use my magic to teleport you! And how I know your wish, my dear, is because every wish that involves time travel goes to me, and the most dedicated get the wish. Every hundered years, the most dedicated wishers are granted their dream. Your case, however, is different."

"How so?" Bridget asked.

"You see, you are quite lucky. It being 500 years since the first wish, I am granting you more than I should. You are allowed to stay in 1900 if you choose to do so. On two conditions." Bridget and Rebecca got even more excited.

"What are these two conditions..." Rebecca asked. Bridge and Reb were jumping up and down, way too excited to express it any other way.

"One: You both must agree on staying. And the second: both of you must fall in love in that time, and be loved in return."

"Easy, sir. Now get with the bipity bopity boo, Mr. Owl man!" The two exclaimed, and then, the white room lit up with the same blue light that lit up the television screen.

"Now, touch the wall. You will be automatically zapped to 1900. You will land in an alley in Brooklyn, right next to those famous docks of that boy Bridget is in love with." The two girls smiled and joined hands, and were once again sucked into the world of time travel.