Chapter 16:

I told Klover everything. I ignored the looks of disbelief she gave me throughout the entire thing. It took all of at least an hour. As I said everything, I realized how crazy I was sounding. And that I was probably making the biggest mistake of my life by telling Klover, who isn't in this mess, everything.

"You are truly insane," she said under her breath after I had finished.

"I know I must sound that way, and I don't know why I told you everything flat out like that." She just stared at me. She stood and made a motion to leave. "Wait. I told you everything in good faith. I trust you with my secret, don't tell anyone."

"O my God, you are serious. I'm finding this very unbelievable." She sat back down.

"I thought it was unbelievable too, but it happened. Don't you find it strange that Baby and me just showed up out of the blue?" I asked. She's starting to believe me, but just a little. There's only one way to make her believe, and I'm not sure that it will work.

I take a moment to go over the facts. Then I try a little trial and error. I reach across the table and grab her arm. The scene around us flickers, and the room is suddenly old and dusty.

*gasp* "Is this.?" she starts, but I nod an answer before she finishes her question. I know the rest will be 'the future' and it is. So now she can't say I'm nuts. And I figured out how to get back, but when I let go, it's the past again.

"Now do you believe me?" She nods. "So are you going to tell anyone?" She shook her head at that.

"I just don't understand. Why?" she asks. I want to answer her, but I only shake my head.

"I don't know. I couldn't tell you if I wanted to." Her look now was more than shock.

"So you think it's OK to bring people from the 'past' into the future by means of what you don't even understand yet?" I'd never looked at it that way, but she's right. "I won't tell anyone, but I want to stay out of this." That I can agree with.

"I was kinda hopin' you would help us figure out what's happenin'." She just looked at me.

"I'll think about it," she said, and then left.

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"I told Klover everything." I had gotten back to the Brooklyn LH late, but Ink and Spot had waited up for me. Tuck and Baby were at the Manhattan LH.

"You did what?" Spot replied shocked. "How could you go and tell someone that you hardly know? I practically 'ad ta squeeze it outta ya!" He was putting major emphasis on what he was saying, but wasn't quite yelling.

"I needed someone ta talk to," I replied simply. "Haven't you eva jus' needed someone that doesn't know you ta listen to yer story?"

"But yoh story can screw up our future Mandy, don't you get that? Jus' us knowing about this could completely change the course o history," Spot said.

"But it's impossible to change history. Don't ya know that theory?" I ask, and they obviously don't. "If you go back in time, an change somethin' so that somethin' in your life is different, you'd neva have gone back in da foist place. It's a vicious cycle, yes, but oh-so real."

"You got a point dere, but what if what you change won't affect you?" Ink asked.

"It will affect someone, and that someone will affect someone that affects someone else and it WILL affect you in some way-shape-or-form. Everyone knows someone that knows someone, so everyone knows everyone else, even if it's indirectly." I say, stating the rest of my well-thought-out-theory.

"OK, so you say this was supposed ta happen?" Ink asks, glancing at Spot for approval of the question.

"Well, I can't really say anything. But if I do anything that changes something in tha future, I'll be forced back to not do it, if ya undastand me." I've lost myself. "It's the destiny theory. Everything has a purpose."

"Yeah, well then what's the purpose a this?" Spot asked.

"I don't know yet. But we will find out. Eventually." I drop the subject at that.

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EH, HOPS is being a lazy bum today. I've discovered who Patrick from the song is, though. It's Race. A boy named Patrick Longfellow at my school looks just like him. Coincidence? I think not. I also found out that Blink didn't really need the patch(the real Blink) and it was just a pity tool.

I wish I could just tell you everything that happened yesterday, but that would result in flames cuz it has nothing to do with newsies. Well, it has something to do with Ink, but that's it. It involved kissing of the hand. I didn't hate it!

Now, more reviews please. I'm looking at all these other fics that have half as many chapters as mine but twice as many reviews. That just says that my fic sucks. Please send more reviews. I luv all that review, though. Especially Klover's reviews, I luv reading them. There's all the other nice people, too. Like Firecracker and Soaker and Bulldogchick05. There's others, bit I said I'm a lazy bum, didn't I? Well, that's all I have ta say. Oh, and e-mails are nice, too. I like always respond (translation= I have no life).