Jack ignored Spot's senseless comment towards Breeanne & continued to ask her why she, herself could find her wandering around the theatre.

"I got away from my parents, for once. News boys aren't the only ones that are constantly on the run, you do understand that, don't you?" Breeanne snapped lightly.

"If I 'ad parents to run from, ya wouldn't be catchin' me doin' it. I'd treat 'em as if they were king and queen, I would." Jack dreamily nodded, thinking of the day when he may have a family himself.

"Well, that's nice, wouldn't you say Spot?" Breeanne lightly jabbed the air where Spot had been situated not minutes before, "Spot?"

"Where'd 'e go?" Jack gazed around quickly before gasping, "It's da Bulls. Dey're aftah Spot & meself." With that he grabbed Breeanne's wrist and tugged her from the theatre and into the dark Manhattan streets. Huffing with excitement and fear Breeanne tried desperately to keep up with her high heels and tight dress, yet she hastily fell behind. As she watched Jack run off into the distance, she was determined to see him again. Determined to make one of them hers & determined to finally be someone other then "Breeanne Withers, daughter to the richest family in Manhattan."

It was her life and she was taking control. With one final gasp of air, she dashed to the one place that may have any information on the boys, and that place was the last place she should be seen.

That place was a Manhattan bar.