* On the streets *
Heads turned as Blink ran partially dressed, down the crowded street. All of a sudden he felt himself run directly into a lump of some sort. The obstacle in his path released a yell of pain as Blink tumbled into it and hit the ground, creating a large splash in the mud that had formed from the partially melted snow.
"Are ya all right, MacBeth?" Blink exclaimed, quickly extending a dirty hand to help her up. She sighed loudly as he tried so difficultly to brush off as much of the filth that he could manage from her once beautiful frock.
"If you call being lost in a new and unknown city, completely filthy in a soiled dress, and as good as dead by at least three people at an estimate, all right. Then I guess you could say so."
Kid Blink looked down solemnly. Her eyes that were once the color of a brilliant cloudless sky had turned to a deep ice blue. Through those very eyes severe hatred could be assumed. "I am sorry, MacBeth. I am so sorry for everythin'. This day.... was meant ta be glorious, a time when you could be free from dose prison walls dat they have kept your will chained ta for da past few weeks. That school is no better than the Refuge that us newsies die to break free from. No one should be kept under dose conditions. Now look," he paused to take her head in his hands as a solution to better getting his point across, "I am sorry if it appears dat I am da cause a all a your hardships, but you are wrong. They are the ones that are doing this to you, not me or the newsies. It is us, newsies that are trying our hardest to keep you from perishing from that prison."
A deathly silence followed. Receiving no response from his carefully thought out gesture of a speech he returned to grief. Thoughts of utter defeat crossed his mind. He sighed sadly and turned to lead the journey back to the school, "Let's get ya back home before any more damage may be committed."
"Wait, Blink!" she called out.
He slowly turned back around to face her.
"It's not you fault," she paused, "It's not anyone's fault. This day... has been the best day in my entire life and for no reason do I want to remember it as being regretted, no matter the amount of trouble I am in when I return home. I want to thank you for rescuing from my prison of a home. Please do not feel troubled for my sake. I will forever dream of days to come when the daily routine will resemble the great fun that we have had together......"
Elizabeth took his hand, "but I would like to go home and get cleaned up. I mean, who knows. Maybe no one even noticed that I was gone."
