Angel gasped at the sight of her old home, The Brooklyn Lodging House. She saw spot sitting on the roof. The way he looked out over the city, he looked so lonely, most people couldn't understand his quiet nature.

"What's he doing up there?" Kayle asked Angel.

Angel shrugged. "I don't know but," she said softly. "But I'll find out."

They entered the house and Boxcar showed Kayle and Rose where they would be staying.

While they settled in Angel climbed the stairs towards the roof. She burst into the crisp early spring air. She shivered slightly, drawing her warn coat around her shoulders. She sat on the ledge beside him.

Neither saying a word.

They sat in silence for awhile, Angel was going over her name in her mind. 'Angel.' She loved the name and was glad that she was given the honor of a nickname. She had been given that name years ago and had been going by it for years. Not many people knew that her name was Angelina, and that, that was what her mother had called her. Only Spot and Mario. Spot had given it to her when she was small and it had just stuck. She thought about it for a moment then realized.

'Every girl in New York would want to be me right now. I was given a nickname by Spot Conlan.' She smiled a secret smile at Spot. A genuine smile that she felt she could only share with this one person. He was her friend, and probably always would be, a person she could trust no matter what.

"Why'd youse come up heah anyways?" he asked after awhile, fidgeting with the key around his neck and staring out at the night sky.

"I came up here after you." she said softly. " But you know, Mario would be twenty-two today."

Spot nodded. "Ise remembah when his boithday came, the year dat he left. Youse was so sad dat youse was afraid to even show youse face in da lodgin house. I said dat youse was sick so dat da guys wouldn't get curious, but dat didn't work to well."

"Yes," Angel said with a nod. "I remember that Boxcar came storming into my room and made me tell him everything," she smiled. "The look on his face when I started to cry still makes me smile." Angel looked at him her hazel eyes staring. "Race thought you made me cry. He was so mad, I had only see him with that look once, and that was when I beat him at cards. I gotta all his money."

She sighed and pulled her knees close. "I miss my mother Spot. I miss Papa and Mario, I miss your mom and her fresh backed cookies." she looked at him sideways. "And your dad when he took us to the docks. We were happy then" she sighed. "I didn't come up to reminisce, though. What's wr-"

Spot stared. "Who says I ain't happy?" he broke in. " I'm famous everybody knows who Ise am and I'm a leadah. Da leadah a Brooklyn. You tellin' me Ise ain't happy?"

She stared at him. Her eyes knowing. "Can you honestly tell me that you enjoy being an orphan. Earning a dime a day and, and bailing the boys out when they do something stupid? Can you honestly tell me that you don't miss it when we were young and carefree and we could play," she stopped. "When we could be children and not pint sized adults?"

He looked away from here and looked to the sky.

"I dunno," he said. "Are youse happy?"

She stared shocked. Her eyes wide with amazement and shock. "What do you think?" she asked him. "If you really want to know, " a tear fell down her cheek as she remembered her mothers decapitated body. May scared mute, Mario leaving to get revenge, and Spot trying to protect her from Calico McAllister and Dean McCloud.

She brushed the tear from her eye and smiled. "Do you remember Dean and Calico?" she asked, dodging the question

"How could I forget 'em?" he said, his signature smirk on his face again. "Dey tried ta soak ya 'cause youse were me best friend."

"And you were Mr. Popular," she said smiling. "Damn, I miss Brooklyn."

He looked at her his eyes soft and kind.

"Well," he said. "Brooklyn missed you."

She smiled and set her head on his shoulder.

"I missed you to Spot."