I started walking, it was early in the morning and I didn't know where I was walking. I just wanted to walk. The morning was cold and bleak, fog grey sky and all. I wanted to free my mind not think about anything. The morning was cold and I was horrible, sadistic. I thought of Faith and how much I'd hurt her.

"Hey Spot how we doing?" I heard.

I looked over my shoulder. Emma stood behind me.

"Just leave me alone." I hissed.

"Oh come on Spot we've got to-"

"No," I shouted. "you got me into this shit! Now do me a favor get the hell out of here!"

Her face contorted into a disgusted look.

"Jesus Spot calm down!" She glowered.

"Just go away..." I muttered.

I started to walk away. My hands shook with anger. I continued walking.

I wanted to see Faith. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was and how I... How I felt. I looked up in the distance, I could see the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance. I looked down, I didn't want to see it anymore.

"Extra! Extra!"

I stopped short. Kid Blinks voice shouted a headline.. I stopped, moving, breathing, but not thinking. I needed to get away, but I didn't move. For some reason I didn't want to move. I wanted to listen.

"Girl teenager dies in Manhattan!" He shouted.

My chest got tight and my mouth ran dry. Was it Faith did someone see us? Did West touch her? If she was dead it was my fault... I couldn't breath! I took off running, faster and faster. I didn't care if anyone saw me. I needed her I needed her to be okay. The streets were beginning to fill. I started to crash into people, I didn't even care.

I knew Faiths selling spot. I found her there shouting out a headline. I ran into her, nearly toppling her over. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Thank god! Thank god you're alright!" I said.

"Spot, are you okay?"

"I'm fine now."

"What happened?"

"I was so worried, I thought someone hurt you and I-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"I heard the newspaper headline and a girl our age died."

"The case was solved. She was smothered over some dispute she had with a friend."

She touched my cheek.

"Faith, I was so scared."

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm right here."

I took a deep breath.

"I thought West hurt you." I said weakly.

"I've got a few more papers to sell. After that we can talk for a while."

"Okay."

Faith sold her papers quickly and kept an eye on my to make sure I was alright. She turned to me once she was finished.

"I'm done." She smiled.

"How was your night when you got back to the boarding house ?"

"It was okay. I'm fine. How about you?"

"The same." I shrugged.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

"No, I'm fine."

She touched my cheek

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I smiled.

She smiled back, "Good." Her face grew serious. "Walk with me there are some things I'd like to to talk about with you."

Instinctively I take her hand weaving my fingers through hers. She looked down at our intertwined and smiled. We started walking.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Spot... Why do you think you were blamed for Sounds death?"

I took in a sharp breath.

"Easy," I murmured. "I was the last person who saw him and then saw him in the morning."

Just thinking about it sent a chill up my spine.

"There has to be more reasons then only that. I understand you would be under some scrutiny but-"

"Scrutiny?" I asked.

She laughed, "It means critical observation."

"Ah, more of your smart mouth words." I nudged her.

She smiled at me.

"Anyway what I'm saying is there has to be more then only that."

"West jumped on the opportunity to get leader."

"Isn't that just convenient, best friend is under slight suspicion and he then jumps on the opportunity to get first command. It's too convenient."

Faith chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"It's just too simple... Was West ever questioned as a suspect by the police?" She asked.

"He was, but only once. They didn't think that he was a very likely suspect." I explained.

"Well then, I'm going to have to do some digging myself."

Faith squeezed my hand. I looked at her shocked.

"Are you insane? Do you want to get kicked out of the boarding house? Do you want to end up like me?"

I stopped.

"And what is so bad about being like you Spot?"

"There is so much wrong with being me! Seamus Conlon-"

"Seamus...?"

She cocked her head to the left and stared at me. I'd never told her that, I'd always said James. Once I ran away from home everybody just translated my name. But I didn't like that very much either.

"Seamus is James translated." I mumbled.

"And you didn't tell me this two years ago why?"

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone."

I didn't feel her hand pull away, but I couldn't be sure if I'd hurt her enough so she'd pull away. I looked down our hands. My fingers were still intwined in hers.

"Spot are you alright?" She asked.

"Yeah... I just... Faith did I hurt you that much? Because you know if I did I'm sorry."

Faith let go of my hand, only to wrap her arms around me.

"It's okay. Right now I'm fine."

"Oh god Faith, I'm sorry..." I said weakly.

"Spot, I'm five now."

"Yes now, but not then!"

"That's all in the past now." She whispered in my ear.

She started to run her fingers through my hair.

"I just want this to end..."

I took a shaky breath.

"It's going to end I promise you."

At least we on a street not so densely crowded (at least for Manhattan).

"I can't take it anymore..." I whispered.

"I'm going to stay with you. Will that make you feel better?"

I nodded childishly.

"Okay then I'm going stay, I'm not going to leave you."

I pulled myself together.

"Yeah, thanks." I looked at her.

Slowly she let me go.

"Thanks." I repeated.

"Don't worry." She smiled.

"Really."

I looked at her. I felt my heart flutter in my chest.

"I'm sorry about what happened the first time we talked since this happened..."

"Don't worry, thats all in the past now." I smiled. "So how are you planning to find all this out from West?"

"Not from West. West isn't stupid, he'll catch on. I'm going to ask other newsies around the boarding house in Brooklyn. I'll get answers from the one's I need answers from. I can't get this information, so it'll come slowly, but surely it'll come."

"When will you ask?"

"Every time I get the chance."

Faith started to walk again.

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked and I followed her.

"Tibby's" She answered.

"But the newsies always-"

"The newsies aren't there today. They're in Queens."

"What the hell are they doing there?" I snarled.

Faith shrugged, "Maybe a poker game."

"Don't they remember what happened to-" I cut myself off. I already knew they didn't care. Faith grabbed my hand.

"Hey at least it's just you and me." Faith said.

"What if they came back?"

"I'll take that risk. I'm always on your side, If they found you, I'd go with you if they kicked you out."