So, this is gunna be the last update for the next two weeks because I'm going on a cruise and then I'm going to fencing camp and my mom refuses to let me bring my computer with me. I'll write the chapters there though, but we just have to wait until I get home to post them... unless of course I magically find a computer and internet. :]

My New Home.

Blink's POV

12 Days Later

"So guys, what do youse think?" I asked them. David and Jack sat across from me and thought about my proposal. At least, that's what I thought they were thinking about. For all I knew, however, they could be thinking about what they were going to be having for dinner. I had pitched to them the idea of Midnight going to live with the Jacob's. I had told them that she could help around the house and keep Les out of trouble... even though I wasn't quite sure if she would actually comply with this. Well, we could worry about that when we got there, if we got there.

"Cowboy! Cowboy!" A boy ran into the room quickly.

"What happened?" Jack stood up quickly, in the process throwing his chair backwards. It landed with a crash. The boy held up his hand and tried to control his breathing without much luck.

"The Bronx," he paused for a minute or two before continuing, "launched an attack, on dem Upper East Siders. It ain't us, but the leadah of the East side seems to think dat they're coming afta us next." He finished talking and collapsed backwards.

Jack started towards the door, but paused when he heard David's calculating voice. "Alright, so we have to group and figure out what the Bronx is going to do next. Running outside is not going to help us at all, Jack." David got up and I followed. Truthfully, I just wanted to get out of here. Then we started to here shouts in the streets and quickly we started towards the windows. I made it there first, surprisingly enough, and watched with horror as I began to recognize the people. It was the Bronx against us, and we had no strategy. Just as soon as that fight started to wind down, the raiding began. Soon enough, a good number of Bronx kids were inside. That was when I decided to jump out a back window. I had to get to Midnight and well... I had to get out of here. I wasn't a coward, but I wasn't about to get myself injured. Not when I had other responsibilities; besides, I was sure the rest of Manhattan would be able to get along without me. It wasn't as if this was a major battle... I hoped. As I landed on the ground, I noticed the clouds that seemed to be heading over to Manhattan for a type of convention. At least, it seemed like it. All I could see was a bunch of dark clouds gathering. Just to make this day even more fun, it started to pour. I looked around for any other human, but found none. That's when I began to run.

Midnight POV

I thought about that stranger all the way up the stairs.

2 days later (This is after Blink's 12 days.. so it's more like two weeks since she was dropped off at Brooklyn)

"Come on." I tugged on Andy's hand. He was one of the youngest and newest boys at the lodging house, and surprisingly enough hated water. Well, he didn't hate water... he just couldn't swim.

"I don't wanna, Mid. I'se gunna drown or something and den youse be sorry." Andy said and pointed his finger at me. I just grinned in response and grabbed his pointed finger. Andy was such a cute little kid and he was probably the only person that I would miss. Any day now, Blink would be coming. Alright, I didn't get a promise from Blink about getting me out of this hell, but he had to be coming. I would be sad to leave poor Andy especially because he didn't have many friends, but come on. This was Manhattan and Blink. That was probably one of the most amazing combinations, anywhere but around Spot and that White dude. Luckily though, I hadn't had to deal with many encounters as of yet. It had been two long weeks, but I had only talked to White once and Spot twice.

"Youse ain't gunna drown. Come on, let's go!" This time I decided to just drag him along. After the first thirty seconds of being dragged, he actually decided to just walk. Pulling his hand out of my grasp, he stood up tall and started to walk by himself. Thank God too, because I wasn't sure how long I would be able to drag him along anyway.

"This won't be that bad, right Mid? Wese gunna have fun." Andy started to repeat the latter sentence as some sort of mantra. I just nodded. It was a nice day with the sun shining and not a cloud in the sky. Grabbing the little boy's hand, we made our way over towards the docks. That's when we first noticed the rather large and loud group by the same docks. "Whose dat?"

"I dunno, Andy. Youse see dose guys over by Spot?" I pointed to the leader. He seemed to be deep in conversation with some other newsies. They didn't look like guys from Brooklyn, but I couldn't be sure. He nodded in response. "Are dose kids from Brooklyn?"

"Umm, I ain't too shoah. I haven't been a newsie long enough to recognize 'em all."

"Wait a minute," I strained my eyes as some of the crowd shifted. I was able to see the strangers more clearly now, "that's Jack!" I held onto Andy's hand and began to push and shove through the crowd. I must say, pushing through those sweaty bodies was not enjoyable. I really hoped that this would be a one time only kind of deal. After getting shoved around a couple billion times, we finally got up to the front.

"Midnight?" David was the first one to see me. I saw David, Jack, and Boots, but no Blink.

"Where's Blink?" I asked David. I was confused about seeing these three, but I was even more surpised to find that Blink wasn't with them. Andy seemed to just stand there with me, our hands still glued together.

"Well, Midnight, wese ain't too shoah." Jack scratched his head and turned to Spot. "Permissum mihi iustus tracto est velociter*." Spot only nodded, before turning towards Boots and making what seemed like small talk.

"What do youse mean? He's gone?" I asked. It wasn't true. Blink wouldn't have just left. He wasn't like that.

"Just dat." Jack looked around and threw his arm around my shoulders. I resisted the urge to throw him off and yell about how I deserved a real answer. He'd probably start talking soon; after all we didn't have all day. "Wese got attacked by dose Bronx kids," Andy gasped and Jack looked at him briefly before continuing. There didn't seem to be enough time for small talk and introductions. "And den the last I saw of Blink was him jumping out of a window. It started to rain right afta dat and I figured he'd just lay low or something. Not like I could help with everything else goin' on."

"Dat's it? He just left?" I looked at Jack who just stared back with pity in his eyes. Great, now I was getting pity too.

"Mhmm." He replied. What a response that was. I didn't even know what to do, my first reaction was to run, but what was that going to do? My second was to start crying, but that wouldn't help me either. I didn't know what to do, Andy was confused, and Jack pitied me all the while wanting to go back and talk with Spot. So I made a decision.

"Youse know what, Jack. Just go to the lodging house tonight so wese can talk?" I said and waited until I got a sign of verification. Once I did, I turned back and weeded my way through the slowly dimishing crowd. Andy followed me the whole way without making a sound until we reached the edge of the group. Then he asked me a simple question, "What happened?" Why was it that that question didn't sound oh so simple anymore?

* = So that was actually supposed to mean 'Let me just handle this quickly'. Sadly, my Latin has slowly been getting worse and worse since school ended so I had to use one of those online translators, which just don't work. So, I'm pretty sure this means that... just without the right endings. (Although, it probably doesn't because I know I didn't use the word drag, but it's all good.) Review?