Jack smoothed a stray curl off of Trinket's pale forehead, her sleep was fitful and her cheeks were flushed.

          "How is she?" asked Popcorn.

          "Don't worry," exclaimed Dutchy "She's jus passed out."

          "What happened?" asked Racetrack.

          "I told 'er she had to much ta drink," laughed Blink.

          Martini giggled and elbowed her boyfriend.

          "Come on guys," exclaimed Holiday "I tink its time fer bed."

          "aww," exclaimed Bumlets.

          The rest of the newsies laughed and begrudgingly headed to bed.

          "Ya need sumptin?" asked Holiday.

          "Nah," replied Jack smiling at her.

          "Night Kelly," she said smiling.

          "Night Hol," he whispered absent mindedly as Trinket began to stir.

          "Has anyone seen Jay?" asked Stress.

          "Not since Medda's," replied Aki.

          "Kelly followed her out," whispered Rae.

          Stress looked at Rae.

          "She's gonna kill 'im," Stress whispered.

          Rae laughed.

          "God willing," came the reply.

          "Don't touch me!" yelled Trinket tears rolling down her face.

          "Please Trinket," whispered Jack "Please don't do dis,"

          "I hate you!" came the dangerous whisper "You promised me Jack! You knew dat Tremor was weak and you didn't even bother ta make shoah dat he was safe. And because of dat Dark is Dead Too!"

          Dark had died as he protected Tremor from a vicious blow by a Midtown newsy.

          "I told you," said Jack "I thought he was at the lodging house."

          "Now, I know your lying," hissed Juliet "I came looking for you, I was worried. Skittery said that he saw you and Tremor walking towards Midtown togedda. You promised!"

          "I did promise," whispered Jack.

          Juliet slowly opened her eyes.

          "Well, at least I know I aint dead," she whispered "Cause dis shoah aint heaven."

          "Here," said Jack handing her a glass of water.

          "What happened?" asked Juliet.

          "Ya passed out," he replied.

          "And Da almighty Jack Kelly saves da day again," she exclaimed rolling her eyes.

          "Still a Smartass," he replied smiling slughtly.

          "What do ya mean by interfered?" yelled Mr. Oliver.

          Oscar and Morris looked at each other, Oscar swallowed hard.

          "Well, ya neva told us dat she had connection to da newsies," he continued.

          Mr. Oliver shook his head and poured himself a drink.

          "Ya mean, ya can't handle a bunch of malnourished street rats?" he sneered "Too bad, ya came so highly recommended."

          "Now Wait!" exclaimed Oscar stopping mr. Oliver from leaving the room "We'll git her, we jus hafta catch her off guard and alone. Which won't be easy."

          "Don't give me excuses, Just do it!" hissed Mr. Oliver.