Elizabeth laid there for a moment with her eyes closed, bright reds and oranges reflecting in her shut eyelids. She opened her right eye slightly and looked around to see the sun breaking threw the clouds, lighting most of the roofs and building up with its rays. She yawned slightly and leaned up on her left arm, until she was sitting up on her left side. She turned her head slightly, feeling the stiffness in her head as she saw a young boy walking over to a chicken coop throwing some seed in. She turned to her right to look at David, to see him sleeping peacefully next to her; only he wasn't there. She glanced around again, this time more frantically.
" If your looking for David, he's left already," a voice called from behind a sheet as hands stretched up, pulling the sheet free from the line and puling it down. The girl behind the sheet gave a sweet smile as she folded it up and placed it in a basket, which was at her feet. She had soft brown hair, which was half pulled up in a bun. She was wearing a brown skirt, with a red sash and a white blouse. Elizabeth stood up, brushing her dress off and fixing her hair with her hands.
" Where did he go?" Elizabeth asked, trying to figure out who the girl was, then suddenly remembering one of the girls mentioning that David had as sister named Sarah.
" Work on the strike. Jack came by and got him," she replied as she took down the last stocking that was dangling off the line.
" I was going to go downtown today. If you like, I'll be happy to walk you back to Medda's," she smiled as Elizabeth gave a nod. She followed Sarah down the steps and into the hallway and threw the door, which was still cracked open. Inside Elizabeth recognized it as the same room that she had stood in the night before. Only this time a man was seated at the table reading a newspaper.
" Look, Ester, David's right here in the paper," he smiled. "He's mentioned saying about how he doesn't care about how big and powerful Pulitzer is, that every stone wall is bound to crack," Mr. Jacobs smiled putting the paper down. "That's my boy," he smiled proudly and turned to see Elizabeth standing there. " Oh, I didn't realize we had company," he said standing up, allowing Elizabeth to see his right hand in sling.
" Papa, this is David's friend, Latch I believe," Sarah introduced as Mr. Jacobs walked over and extending his left hand for her to shake.
" Actually, Latch is just a nickname, my name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Westfall," Elizabeth smiled introducing herself.
" Westfall?" Mr. Jacobs asked, something in his eye flickering as if he knew the name from some distance memory that he couldn't quiet remember.
" Yes," Elizabeth blushed pushing a sloppy curl behind her ear.
" That name," Mr. Jacobs said, turning back to his paper and opening it up to scan over it again. "I knew it, here," Mr. Jacobs said handing her the paper. She turned it around to look at it.

The one and only Jeremiah Westfall has set a huge reward for any information on his youngest daughter, Elizabeth. The Westfall's were moving from New York and taking the train on the way to Boston when young Elizabeth disappeared. The driver of the cab has been taken into custody, but no reports have come in saying that the girl has been found. Anyone with information is to contact his or her local police department.

Elizabeth couldn't get over it. She re-read it three times. Her family was looking for her. Her father even had a large reward out for her return. Her mind raced as she thought of home, her family and getting away from the foul streets.

" Are you alright?" Sarah asked as Elizabeth gazed up at her.

" Fine," she said suddenly thinking of everything she had learned from the streets, from her new friends. She thought of Torn's words.

"I'm free to do as I please. Sure I miss the money and the streets can get a little rough, but it's better than being cooped up all day in a stuffy house waiting until the family decided who they want you to marry." Elizabeth suddenly remembered what her parents wanted her to do. To marry. Not just marry anyone, but marry the man that they had picked out for her.

" Do you mind if I keep this?" Elizabeth asked as Mr. Jacobs nodded.

" We should get you to the police right away, get you back with your family," he said.

" Why, because you want the money?" Elizabeth suddenly snapped at the man as he looked at her taken aback and hurt.

" What? No, of course not. I wouldn't take the money. I just want to make sure you get home," he said as Elizabeth shook her head backing up slowly.

" No-" she said turning on her heals and for the first time, running away from what she had wanted most for the past few days. Home.