"Home sweet home," Anne grinned as they entered the Duane Street Lodging House. Suddenly Spot wrapped his arms gently around her waist and began to carry her up the threshold to the bunkroom.
"I'm capable of walkin' up da stairs," Anne groaned. "Ya don't want ta do anythin' dat will hurt your ribs," Spot replied, setting her down on a bottom bunk.
"Me ribs don't hurt any more. I'm jist so.... tired," she said through stifled yawns. "Get some sleep. You woiked hard tanight. Da guys will be comin' in in a few hours," Spot continued chattering away at her bedside, not noticing that she had dozed off not long after the first three words.
"How was da fight, Spot," Snipes asked, taking Spot's attention from Anne. "Anne got a little scraped up," Spot motioned to her lifeless looking form beside him, "but she'll be fine. Da guys will be gettin' in any minuet now. Ya might wanna wake Kloppy."
"Aight," Snipes replied and turned to descend the stairway.
"Well, I'm off," Spot said to the remaining occupants of the room. "Anne's gunna be mad ta find ya not here when she wakes up," Sarah said from across the room.
"Jist tell her not to come after me. She's done it once and who knows if she'll do it again." Spot replied.