Spot drew his arms near to his chest as he entered the extremely chilly bunkroom. "Anne!" he called out continually, but the only replies received were the moaning gusts of wind that seemed to be escaping from an opened window.

"Now I wonder which idiot coulda' left da window open on a night like dis," he muttered under his breath.

Just as he began to slide it shut his eyebrows shot up as the sounds of gentle sobs escaped the darkness.

"Anne?" he asked, mainly to himself, as he climbed up the fire escape to the roof.

Huddled in a ball, over in the corner of the roof, Anne sat rigidly overlooking the street below. Suddenly sweet notes began to escape her blistered lips. Spot didn't recognize the tune, but any of the Manhattan boys would have surely known that it was the song she had hummed from her past the day before she left them,

"Songs my mother taught me

in the days long vanish'd

seldom from her eyelids

were the teardrops banish'd

Now I teach my children

each melodious measure;

oft the tears are flowing;

oft they flow from my mem'ry's treasure."

(sung by Charlotte Church (tr. Natalie Macfarren)

"Anne," he called out to her. She slowly lifted her head to see Spot standing over her.

"Is it cold enough for you or do you suggest we go jump in da East River?" Spot frowned.

She couldn't help but smile, but then her smile faded as she began to think about he was doing there. "I don't want your pity, Spot Conlon," she frowned.

"Finally, I've figured out why I can tolerate being you. Your stubbornness triumphs over your girlishness," he smiled.

Anne let out a loud groan of anger - Why does he always have to make annoying comments like that?

His face grew serious, "I didn't come up here ta give you pity. I came to get you warm." Suddenly she felt his arms wrap around her. She let out a sigh. The little heat that was being emitted from his body was just enough to give her comfort from the cold, though the despair of Tommy remained. She shuddered as sobs began to return.

"Shhhh...." Spot comforted and brought her hands up to her cheeks to whip away her tears, "Listen, I know it feels like all a your memories have vanished, but dat is what your brother is here for. God has sent him to be with you, to remind you of your past."

Anne slowly untucked her head from Spot's chest to look him in the eye, "I didn't know dat you believe in God."

"Well, It ain't somethin' I usually discuss with anybody, though I probably should. A little religion could probably do most of da boys a little good."

Anne smiled slightly at that remark. One thing she had always known about her past is that she was a strong believer in the Lord by the simple cross that had always dangled from her neck, even when Mush and Jack first found her. "Look at dis," she said, her face puzzled because the exact words escaped from his mouth and he held a golden cross of his own laced around his neck.

He seemed to be just as startled by her jester. "Wow, that's strange," she muttered. (Not weird that they have crosses, but that they revealed them at the same time.)

"Here..." he said, removing his cross from the chain and placing it on hers, "I've always heard dat two is betta' den one."

"Wait.." she replied, fumbling to remove her cross and placed it on his chain, "Well, one is always betta' den none."

Spot stared at her in awe as she looked at the new cross that hung from her neck with fascination. Then a low rumble erupted from her stomach. She quickly reached down to quiet it.

"You need ta go and get some food. Don't even try to hide it. I know you are starving."

"I guess I am a little hungry," she smiled.

"Remember dat tomorrow if we're both sick in bed from dis cold don't be surprised when I say 'I told ya so'."

Anne nudged him playfully as they went back down the fire escape and to the lobby.