Knuckles lead Christy and Spot to a tall plain building. Outside of it were a bunch of boys playing cards. All of them appeared to be older than Christy but she could be wrong. They could just be really well built young guys. Spot was walking up next to Knuckles talking about something or another and Christy was taking in the sites and smells of the big city.

This wasn't exactly the way she had planned on seeing it but as long as she was here she was happy. As Christy surveyed the scene that was laid before her, her mind began to wander. She began to think of her friends back home and if they would really miss her. Christy then saw a slingshot lying next to one of the boys who was involved in the card game. Curious Christy bent over and picked it up. I wonder how far I can shoot something, she thought to herself. Remembering that the last owner of her pants had left some stuff in her pockets, she dug around looking for something to launch. Christy felt something round and smooth, a marble. This'll do. She decided.

Christy placed the marble in the little pocket thingy that was in between to two pieces of rubber band, and pulled the marble back. Closing one eye and looking through the space on the slingshot, Christy glanced around for something to aim at. Her gazed finally landed on the back of Spot's head. Smirking Christy let the marble fly. There was a faint thump when the small piece of rounded glass connected with the back of Spot's head. Spot spun around to see that Christy was examining a wall to another building that had something painted on it and that the sling shot was back in it's original place.

"Ch…Scamp?" Spot said as he walked over to Christy.

"Yeah?"

"Did you just hit me in the back of the head with something?"

"No why should I?" Christy asked sweetly, but she knew her eyes where sparkling with mischief.

"How fast can you run?" Spot inquired.

"I'm not sure…pretty fast thought to jump onto a movie train. Why?"

"Well, cause if you knew what was good for you I'd run now." And with that Spot charged at Christy, who ducked out of the way and began to run around the lodging house. She heard feet pounding behind her. As she turned the corner she spotted Knuckles leaning against the building.

"Knuckles!" Christy called out.

"Yeah?" Knuckles asked as Christy came closer.

"Is there anyone in the bunk room?"

"No."

"Which floor is it on?"

"Da top…"

"Thanks!" Christy yelled as she sped by. She vaulted over a few boys and ran into the Lodging house. She flew up the stairs and heard the sound of Spots feet getting closer. As she reached the top she flung open the door and ran into a room heavily populated with bunk beds. Breathless Christy flung herself onto a bed. Spot leered over her panting.

"You know…" He said. You can run pretty fast for a girl….and pretty good aim." He added as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Thanks, I'm hungry…let's ask Knuckles where we can go and eat."

"Alright…just watch you back from now on. You never know when I might strike."