It had seemed so easy to make that decision the night before, but now, as he knocked on the door of the infirmary where the papers had told him Pulitzer was being looked after it seemed a whole lot harder. He wasn't sure if he'd get in but he had to try. He's sneaked into the building through a side door, luckily he hadn't come across anyone so far. This was all so strange to him, he'd never been in a hospital before, it was quite daunting really. A sickly smell was everywhere and he didn't like it much. A woman of about forty came to the door
"Hello young man"
"Umm...Hello" said Mush, not knowing what to tell her
She looked at him patiently and waited for him to say something
"I'd like to see Mr Pulitzer...please"
"I'm sorry, that won't be possible" she said and started to close the door, well he'd tried his best, they wouldn't let him in, he sighed and turned back down the corridor. A tall man with a moustache came round the corner. He approached Mush, he looked upset.
"Hello, aren't you a newsboy?"
"Umm...yes" said Mush, this was getting stranger
"Do you know Jack Kelly? It's important" this worried Mush, he didn't trust the guy
"No, nevah hoid of him, why?"
"It's important, are you sure" Mush didn't say anything, he had no idea what to say.
"Come with me, please" said the man. Mush followed him back in the way he'd come from to the room he'd been trying to get into. They entered into a room that had the same smell and dull walls. He followed him up to a bed in the far corner of the room, lying on it was a figure that Mush recognised as Joseph Pulitzer. The other man spoke to him briefly then he left Mush alone with the man.
"Sit down boy, I have something to tell you" Mush sat down, this was so strange
"I haven't got long left. I haven't told many people this, I'm afraid" it scared Mush how weak he looked, what he was saying seemed so unbelievable, so impossible
"I need to make amends what I can, I want your friend Jack to have the World" Mush was starting to get alarmed, the other man had come into the room. Mush turned around to look at him, the figure on the bed behind him was breathing so faintly, and he looked so weak. Mush had always believed that things would be better someday but at that moment he felt such a pain in his heart, maybe nothing would change, maybe it would always be this bad. The man walked up to him and began to cry, it was so surreal. The man explained to him that Pulitzer had left everything to Jack, he had no idea why but the old man had said he was afraid of what might happen to him in the next life. He couldn't take it all in, Jack? Owning the World newspaper, that couldn't happen, could it? But it had...it was so strange, nothing would be the same again, things were going to change, but for the better? That was still to be determined...


(Yes, that is the end...I'm not sure if I'm too happy with the last bit but I might rewrite it at a later date...Thank you for reading it lol!)