Since I forgot the disclaimer. I don't own Newsies but the story and stories line are mine. And questions will be answered in the next chapter. Thanks for reading.

Angel walked slowly through the lonely streets of Brooklyn. She prayed that she would never see that boy again. Although she felt as if she knew him form somewhere. She still thought he was arrogant and to territorial.

"I wish that I could find my brother, that is if he still walks this great earth," Angel murmured.

"Speakin' poetry like a true poet."

Angel turned towards the voice. It was that of a boy. He was tall about eighteen in age. He seemed so sure of himself. He wore a red bandana around his neck and a cowboy hat.

"I speak my thoughts," she said eyeing the eyes of the boy. She stopped in her tracks. "I believe we have meet befor," she said pulling her shawl higher on her arms. She walked over to him and held out her hand. "My name is Angelina O'Riley."

"Kelly. Jack Kelly," he said shaking her hand.

"Apparently I'm not in Brooklyn anymore," she stated looking at the buildings.

He shook his head. "You crossed da Brooklyn Bridge didn't ya?" after she nodded he continued. "Then youse ain't in Brooklyn no more."

She laughed. "I figured as much. I've just been wonderin'. Nothin' much to do in New York when you don't have any money." she stopped and smiles. "I actually saw you in the papes. Although I did have to steal it from one of the guards."

He stared at her, obviously confused.

"If I'm in the mood I'll explain it later." she said as she headed in the direction she had been going.

He stopped and stared after her. "See ya later than." he called.

"Sure," she called back. "Later."

She began heading towards the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging house.

"Why did she leave?" Rose asked obviously annoyed. "I know the whole wanderer thing but, come on. We need her here to help us find Sara's Aunt's shop."

Kayle sighed. "You know she always has been like this. She would rather be alone than have company of others."

"Since, Mario..." Rose cut herself off. "But still, Kayle, I can't believe she took off like that."

"I can," Meilin interjected.

Rose glared. "Of course you can," She stated, her voice full of contempt.

"Enough you too," Kayle said angrily. "I don't want to hear it."

"Sorry," they said in unison.

"Were going to Manhattan right?" Sara asked the girls.

Kayle nodded. "Yep." she stared at her. "Where did you say it was exactly?"

"Right across the street form the Newsboys lodging house." Sara said gaily. "I remember everything about Aunt Marcie's shop." her eyes showed signs of stars as she spoke. "Candy, Licorice, Teddy bears, candles and blankets, for a reasonable price."

Rose laughed. "You could be a sales pitch girl."

Sara smiled her bright smile and nodded.

The three headed towards a large square. Two boys stood smoking at a statue. It said Horace Greeley.

"I know that statue," Kayle murmured. She walked over ignoring the boys whom gave her a questioningly look. "I know it form some where."

"Well it is a statue," Meilin said. "Maybe you've been here befor."

"I don't know," Kayle said running her fingers over the dedication plate. "I just don't know."

Angel stopped in front of the lodging house. It had been years since she had been their but she was unsure of who lived their now. She pushed open the door and went to the front counter.

Still as sure as ever she saw a kind old man at the front desk.

"Well," she began. "At least some things never change."

The man looked up. "Can I help ya?" he asked staring at the somewhat dirty looking girl.

She smiled brightly and nodded. "Yeah, I'm looking for Anthony," she said turning to the boys that had gathered.

The man looked at her. "Who?"

"Anthony Higgins. Unless he's taken off I assume he's still here."

The man stared at her face. "Any a youse heard of Anthony Higgins?"

"That's an unusual name for these parts," A boy with glasses replied.

Angel eyed them and laughed. "You guys still do that? Oh jiminy. I thought you guys would find something new after all this time."

The boy stared at her. "Why you lookin' for 'im?" he asked her.

She stared at him. "Well, he happens to be my cousin, Specs."

At the mention of his name, Specs turned to the boy beside him and whispered something into his ear. The boy nodded and walked out of the room.

"You know my name," he began. "But I don't believe you introduced yourself."

Angel shook her head softly. "It's me. Angel O'Riley. You remember, the one who stole your hat and wouldn't give it back for two and a half weeks."

His eyes grew wide. "It can't be youse, Angel." he walked closer to her and looked her over. "Youse grown up."

She nodded. "It's been two years. I need to talk to Anthony. Right away. I need to clue him into my predicament." She looked around nervously. "I saw Jack. He dosn't remember me."

Specs looked at her thoughtfully. "We did think youse were dead."

Angel stared at him then glared. "I figured they would say something like that." she said angrily.

He stared at her. He saw her anger escalate. "Well, he should be here any minute, I just sent Jake after him."

Angel's eyes grew wide. "Jake?? That was Jake??" she turned to Klopman who was smiling. "I have been away a long time, haven't I." she said sadly.

Specs looked at her curiously. He turned to Klopman and then towards the door as two boys walked in......

Next time, Angel tells her cousin what happened and asks for help. The other girls talk about what to do next. please review me. I like reviews.