Blind Dymond sat in the lobby of McCain's Lodging House red in the face.
"I'm shoah somethin' important came up." McCain assured Dymond.
"I doubt it. Dis is dah last straw!" Dymond stood up and headed for the stairs. "If he does show up, tell him I nevah wanna see him again."
"Will do." McCain was tired of seeing Dymond get hurt by Kid Blink. The time was 8:30, and Blind Dymond had spent the last hour and a half waiting for her dinner date. Now the girl was in the bunkroom changing out of the nice ensemble she had assembled and climbed into bed without shedding a tear. Dymond was not alone in her sadness. Above her lay Tachinya, also feeling the pain of a breakup.

+~*~+

Jack had slept with the baby and woke with the baby for the duration of the evening. All were hungry with the exception of the baby, Francis. Sarah had woken only to feed the newborn, and Jack certainly had not a clue as to how to cook a meal. Racetrack, Jr. was asleep in bed, and Jack was dozing off with the new child in his arms.
Dreams came to Jack at this time, but they seemed less like dreams and more like reminders of the past. Visions of David and Denton swam in Jack's mind. He viewed David trying to argue with Denton, but Denton's dementia prevented Denton from even recognizing his lover. But the love had ceased before this time, thus David's anger. Now Jack's mind saw flashing views of David slumped over beside the statue of Horace Greeley, his face submerged in the pail.
Jack woke startled and sweating. Jack had suppressed David's demise for so long, and now it came to haunt him. Following the strike, David and Denton began their courtship. Gradually, Denton became so obsessed with the newsies that his mind slowly broke down and he turned himself into a newsboy. Denton threw himself into his work as a headline hawker and neglected David thoroughly. David tried to start verbal fights with Denton over their relationship, but Denton was too far gone to respond in any manner. David's parents died around this time, and David fell into deep depression. David took up drinking. On night as he sat against the statue in Newsies Square, David drank from his usual pail of beer. David drank until he passed out, his head falling into the pail thus drowning himself in the remaining ale. Jack had discovered his brother-in-law on his way home from the pub. Jack never forgot the site of his former friend in such a state.
Francis was beginning to stir and fuss. Jack walked to the bed to arouse his wife for the next feeding.