Rooster stared at the two men, disguising his disgust for upper class, and talked to them in an amiable nature. They could hardly believe what they were hearing,

"My daughter?!" A thin man of about fifty growled, "In the company of common, ruffians and scoundrels? Unheard of!"

Rooster grimaced who did this rich jackass think he was, anyway?, "That's right. She's in Brooklyn, and I kin lead ya right to 'er."

"Whatever is she doing there?" A fat, balding man with a red face asked imperiously, wiping sweat from his brow with a frilly handkerchief

"She's taken up wid a boy dere, name's Spot."

"WHAT!?" The fatter man rumbled, "My betrothed, laying in filth with a filthy newsie? Unheard of!!"
"Now, now, Mr. Walker. I'm sure this boy is mistaken. We'll just go down there ourselves and see. Where did you say this place was again?"

"It's da Brooklyn Lodgin' house…I'll take ya's there meself."

"Wonderful."

Spot sat on the roof listening to the report from Yeah-Yeah and barely controlling his rage, "So they's comin' 'ere…"

Yeah-Yeah nodded, "They's comin' with da bulls and dere gonna take 'er by force. We saw Rooster walk up to that 'otel. We saw em walkin' out in da company of two men. A thin, gray haired man wid' ice blue eyes and a fat, sweaty bald guy. We followed em til dey reached da police office, den we came back 'ere."

Spot sighed, You're so stupid. What were you thinking, that he wouldn't tell? Dat was a lotta money dey was offerin' and you with your attitude thinking' dey'ed fear ya…you're a fool Spot Conlan.

"What do we do, boss?"

"I dunno…gimme some time to think."

"If ya don't mind me sayin' so…I know she means a lot to ya boss, and we ain't nevah been da kind to sell someone out to da bulls…but deys comin' heah, and they won't need very much of an excuse to arrest all of us…"

Spot nodded, "I know, Yeah-Yeah. Just give me some time…"

"We don't got much, Spot."

Spot walked to Glorianna's room, his mind racing with how he could keep Glorianna and the rest of the newsies safe. He wasn't coming up with much. When he walked into her room he saw a note on the pillow of her bed.

Spot's heart seized with fear, which slowly turned to disgust and hatred, and unbelievable pain, as he read the words:

-Mr. Conlan,

It was stupid of us to ever think we could be together…I thought you were what I wanted… but sitting up there, watching the sun set, feeling the grime on your rough hands as they held mine, the smell of sweat and work that never leaves your worn clothes, I realized that this is not the life I want. I thought it would be fun at first…you know, "rich girl" meets "bad boy", but that is one walk I've decided I know longer want to take. So I'm returning home, back to my father, and Mr. Walker's money. I just wasn't meant for this life… You understand, right? Don't you want me to be happy?

Sincerely,

Miss Glorianna Huffington

Earlier

Glorianna had listened to the words fearfully. She had been so happy all day, cleaning the house and thinking about Spot. Then they had gotten back and Spot had taken her up to the roof to watch the sunset and they had kissed a little more (okay, a lot more). He had told her such sweet and wonderful things and it had been amazing. Just to hold his hand was amazing. She had went inside because Yeah-Yeah had come out and said he needed to speak in private. She had been walking back inside when she heard Roosters name, followed by "The Imperial Hotel".

Terror raced in her heart. She couldn't allow them to bring the cops down upon Spot and his newsies. She hadn't known what to do. All she could think of was that she had to turn herself in. I'll go to my father and Mr. Walker and bargain with them. What do they care for a bunch of newsies anyway? I'll let Spot handle Rooster. My father won't help him after he's heard what Rooster tried to do to me anyway. She nodded, gulping down a knot of fear and nausea. She wanted nothing more than to run away from it all, but that wouldn't help Spot, and she loved him too much to leave him with nothing but her troubles…

She sad down at the small desk in Mr. Crandle's daughter's room and pulled out a piece of paper and began to write:

Spot-

First of all…I love you. I've fallen completely and deeply into the embrace of your arms and I never wanted to leave the safe haven which I have found there. But I fear my father and Mr. Walker will never understand and in the end it is you who will pay for my running away. I should've known not to come here to New York, but I never expected it to be this much trouble, nor did I ever think I'd fall in love with someone. I will do anything to keep you safe, Spot. Even if that means ignoring you, shutting you from my life…leaving you.

I promised. I know. And now I have broken it.

Please… hate me, Spot.

-Miss Priss

She sighed and crumpled it up, "No," She whispered, "I must make him hate me, or he'll try to 'rescue' me…" And she crumpled that note up and distractedly dropped it into the waste basket beside the desk. It banked off the side and rolled a little, but Glorianna was too distracted to notice. She picked up a new paper and began to write, her stomach turning with each stroke of the pen, her heart breaking for the pain she knew she would cause:

-Mr. Conlan,

It was stupid of u…