The fighting played on for a couple more hours. Jack and the boys fought side by side for the generation of the time. They knocked down more and more people as the time ticked by with more and more fighters joining the crowd.

Jack was sure to keep a sharp eye out for Spot, as he knew that Anne was worried about his safety. Jack's opponent, a Queen's member, was looking more and more ragged as each new punch was received, finally retiring to a lump on the cool, snow dampened sidewalk. As the boy finally took his place on place on the ground Jack looked up, expecting to see Anne fighting at his side. But the space was only occupied by a dumpy looking boy of SoHo with a cane similar to Mr. Brooklyn's, and a broad shouldered Brooklynite.

"Anne?" he called out uneasily, shivering from the cold wind that rustled the few fallen leaves that scattered about the street. No answer was received. "Mush, Mush, have you seen Anne?" he called to Mush who was fighting an estimated five yards away.

"No, I bet she found Spot and dey went somewhere," Mush replied.

"Or she might a gone back ta da lodgin' house ta check up on Tommy," Brady suggested, who stood soaking a rather large boy near to Mush.

"Yeah, probably so. I'm sure dat she's fine," Jack forced a smile and retreated to fighting another person that had previously been unoccupied.