The group of newsies rushed through the front door of the lodging house and up to the bunkroom. The room buzzed with whispers of excitement and nervousness.
Pieboy quickly slung Anne over his shoulder and carried her quickly up the stairs to the bunkroom. "This really isn't necessary," Anne groaned.
He gently set her down on the bed, "If you only knew," He paused, "Now, us older newsies have ta go fight an' be lookouts. We will return when da fightin' stops, but we will be no later than dawn. I want you ta stay away from all a da windows an' doors. David's brought Les an' his older sister, Sarah, over to keep deem safe. Snipes will probably start up a poker game soona' or later' to keep occupied," he paused once again, "Oh, and last of all, don't you even think a leavin' da lodgin' house."
Pie was about to continue his demands but he was cut off sharply, "Where's Spot?" asked Anne. "He's gone back to Brooklyn...to defend his turf. Why?"
"Just wonderin'," she replied sadly. "What's wid you an' Spot lately?" Pie asked slyly, looking her strait in the eye. "Oh...well..." Anne paused, "Spot got my address to my apartment in Chicago and he wrote me telling me the news of what was going on with the boys... and you," She continued.
"Get your butt down here Pie. We gotta go to da borda'!" Blink yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm comin'!" he yelled back. Then turned to Anne, "We's gunna talk about dis later," before exiting the room.
"Be careful," Anne whispered, but Pieboy was already out of the lobby and heading down the side alleyway with the guys.
Anne slowly traipsed over to her bunk and laid down to stair at the ceiling tiles above her. Thoughts began to suddenly wiz through her head: I've got to go see Spot. I've got to get to Brooklyn.