Who ever had grabbed her arm pulled her forward into the building. The door had been slammed shut quickly behind her and then the familiar sound of a locking clicking came. The room was dimly lit seeing as it was around three in the morning and no one was awake. If they weren't awake, they would be now with the loud slam of the door and the pounding that followed. The girl felt her legs finally give in and she collapsed to her knees on the hard wooden floor. She leaned forward placing her hands on her legs tying to catch her breath.  The girl looked up at the guy that was standing there in front of her. She couldn't make out who it was in the dark light, "Are you okay?" The thick New York accent filled the room, flowing over the loud banging on the door.

             All the girl could do was nod until she caught her breath. She winced a little feeling her knee begin to sting and the warm blood tickling down her it. The guy disappeared for a few moments returning with a candle. He knelt down next to her. The light from his candle illuminated both of their features. Playful shadows danced across the boys face. His pale blue eyes sparkled and reflected the flame of the candle. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, but it only fell back into his eyes. A few minutes later another boy and a girl walked into the room, "Hey Spot you coming?" The voice called, but trailed off seeing the two sitting there, "Who's your friend?" Jack asked.

            "I don't know." Spot said looking back at Jack and the girl he had brought back with him, "I was just about to find out." Spot looked back at the girl kneeling on the floor still, "You gotta name or am I going to have to give you one?" He asked with a small smirk.

            The girl didn't reply right away. She couldn't tell him her real name maybe he would know who she was and turn her back into The Rippers, "It's….Rally." She said the Newsies always reminded her of the strike and the rally they had held. She had seen the whole thing and admired them for being able to stand up to the giants. Rally had never been able to do that herself, that's why she was stuck in The Rippers.

            "Well Rally it's nice ta meetcha." Spot said standing up. He offered a hand down to help her up, "So you wanna tell me who those guys out there are and why they's chasin' you?" Spot looked at Rally closer and smirked a little. She was just his type. Well anything female with a pulse was Spot's type.

            "I just stole from them." Rally lied. A cold sweep of air came in through the cracks of the door causing her to shudder a bit.  She couldn't tell them that she was part of the Rippers. That would get her kicked back out onto the streets, "I needed money to pay for some where to stay for the night." Rally continued her lie deeper and deeper. She could feel the nerves inside working and hoped they wouldn't ruin her cover.

            "She can stay heah Spot." Jack called putting his arm around the girl standing next to him. The girl placed her head on his shoulder and the two turned to go up stairs.

            Spot nodded, "Let's go get you a bunk and clean up that wound." He motioned towards her knee. Spot only half bought her story. He knew guys to get upset over people stealing money from them, but these three guys were still out side of the door shouting death threats. That was a bit too far to go over just a few coins.

            Rally steadied herself on her feet still feeling a bit fatigued from running. She needed to rest and maybe get some sleep. Rally looked ahead at the stairs that which were faintly illuminated by the glow of the candle Spot held. She slowly limped towards the stairs feeling a few more trickles of blood down her leg. Spot waited for her and slowly began to ascend the stairs to the bunkroom.

            Rally stepped down on the first stair with a great shot of pain, "Need some help?" Spot asked her quietly trying not to wake any one else who still might be asleep. Rally shook her head determined to walk up the stairs by herself even if it killed her. Spot stayed by her side incase she did need the help. The stairs creaked under there weight and to Rally the stairs seemed never ending. They reached the bunkroom and Spot motioned for her to be quiet. The lodging house was now eerily silent, not a sound could be heard, but the shuffling of their feet. Spot pointed to a lower bunk for her to stay in and walked off to the washroom. Rally looked around the dark bunkroom as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. She couldn't make much out, but what she could see were rows of bunks where sleeping boys and girls lay. Rally felt a twinge of guilt in her she needed to tell them what she new and needed to do it soon.

            Spot returned and no words were exchanged. He helped her clean up her knee for her even though Rally attempted to do it herself. Rally watched him for a few seconds and had made up her mind tomorrow morning she would go to Spot and tell him the plans that The Rippers had come up with. Spot stood up a few minutes later, "We'll get you some new clothes in the morning." Rally nodded and Spot walked back to 'his bunk' in Manhattan. Rally elevated her leg and leaned back into the soft pillows. She could feel sleep slowly taking over her. Rally closed her eyes and sunk into a light sleep.

            The three guys who had been outside pounding on the door stopped. They weren't giving up so easily. They knew where Rally was and would be able to stop her from spreading any of their information and if she did they would just have to take any one who knew down as well. They slowly started back towards the warehouse devising a fool proof plan to get rid of Rally and take over the territories.