"What does it remind you of Brook?" Blink asked her.
"I remember a guy who smoked cigars the sent is familiar." She said closing her eyes for a few moments trying to picture the person in her mind, but it wasn't coming.
"Coul' id be yer Fadda?" asked Jack.
"Maybe." She said sadly. Every one was quite. Finally Brooklyn got up, Blink went to follow her, but she went into the bathroom and shut the door. Brooklyn leaned against the door so know one could get in. Her head swam as she tried to recall who the person was that the cigar smell reminded her of. Brooklyn felt tears sting at the back of her eyes in frustration. She had a hole other life somewhere out there, but she couldn't remember it. When she felt that Blink wasn't outside the door anymore she walked over to the sink and washed her face. After a few more moments Brooklyn walked out and back over to the table.
"Yeah I keep havin' d'is dream of an angel, But dis ain't no regular angel she needed me 'elp. She had huge violet blue eyes and black hair…." Spot trailed off. He just stared at Brooklyn. "Hey Jacky am I dreamin'? She looks jest like da angel from me dream."
"Nah dis is Brooklyn." Jack said to him, "Brooklyn this is Spot, fearless leader of Brooklyn," Jack laughed a little. Spot stood and pulled up a chair letting Brooklyn sit in his seat. No one said anything until the waiter came over.
"Are you ready to order?" Asked the waiter.
"Ah. Yeah wes gonna had da usual. Brooklyn whad da ya wan'?" Jack asked her.
"I'm not really hungry." She said softly.
"So where ya from Brooklyn?" Spot asked her as the waiter walked away.
"I can't remember." Brooklyn gave the same reply she had given the other newsies that had asked.
"Huh? Whadda ya mean ya don' know where ya from?" Spot inquired. Brooklyn didn't know what to say. She felt stupid that she couldn't remember where she was from or where she lived. These were all things a five year old learned.
Race looked over at Spot, "She's had a long day. We'se went ta da doctah and d'ey said she'd have some memory los', but it woul' all come back." He looked over at Brooklyn and flashed her an assuring smile, "So we'se gotta help her remember."
Brooklyn felt a little better with Race by her side. Spot nodded feeling bad about the way he had talked to her, "So ya gotta newsie name?"
"A newsie name," She echoed, "No, no I don't have one."
"Well I think we could come up with one for ya." Spot leaned back in his chair and looked at all the guys who nodded with agreement.
"How about Angel." Spot suggested seeing as she reminded him of the one in his dream.
The guys all smiled and nodded, "I like da name Angel." Race said, "What do ya think Brooklyn?"
"Yeah…I like it too." Brooklyn smiled softly as she began her new life.