Anne ran towards the lodging house for the longest time, until she reached the edge of the bridge and was struggling for air.
The three guys, who appeared to be newsies or scabbers of some sort, were only feet behind her so Anne took a risky decision and plunged off the side of the bridge to the freezing water of the East River below.
Treading water, she slowly made her way over to the nearby docks that surrounded the lodging house, unaware that she was no longer being followed.
Spot, who had been sitting atop his perch, turned quickly after hearing the sounds of splashing water. He took aim with his slingshot at the side of the dock where the intruder would be washing up any second.
Anne struggled to pull herself up on the weathered wooden planks of the platform, but as soon as she had almost gotten fully upon the structure she came face to face with a loaded slingshot.
"Hold it right there," Spot muttered, through gritted teeth before recognizing her. "It's me, Anne," she yelled urgently hoping he wouldn't release the marble loaded in his weapon.
Spot's face softened quickly as rushed over to give a hand. As soon as she was up he fumbled to put the slingshot away. To Anne's surprise a look of rage spread across his expressionless face as he gave her a slap to the back of the head.
"What da Hell are you doing here? Pieboy told you to stay at da lodgin' house!" he fumed
"I was worried about everyone. Including you; God help me. You said that you brought me to Manhattan to help and dammit how am I supposed to do that when I'm locked up with the babies and miss annoying loud mouth?" Anne roared.
"Glad ta see dat ya didn't leave your spirit back in Chicago along wid your heart," Spot chuckled, giving her his trademark smirk.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she whispered through gritted teeth. "Shut your trap. I'se gotta teach ya how ta fight and we don't have time ta waist," he replied, shoving a slingshot at her as he lined up a row of old bottles.