"I'm not running any fur—" they heard in an all-too-familiar voice. David Jacobs, Les Jacobs and Jack Kelly turned to face them, the girls screamed, and then David followed, along with Les and Jack. "Hey! Keep it down, down there!" they heard from upstairs. It was Sarah's dad. The boys took a glance upward at the ceiling. Their surroundings were so foreign to them. They couldn't understand why there were there, and where they were. Jack, being the protector of the group, stepped in front of both Dave and Les, and began to step backward with them. "Who the hell are you?" Jack asked, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. "Okay, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for this," explained Kathryn, wondering why Racetrack couldn't be there. "Yeah /Gretch/ care to explain why 3 newsies just popped out of your T.V. screen?" said Chelsea "Yeah, uhhhhhhh, ummm," no, Sarah couldn't explain, she was too busy thinking about how David Jacobs, the love of her wished life was standing right there, in the room with her. There was no time to explain why they were there, it was time to explain, what they would do." About this time, Les was falling asleep on the floor. I mean, he did just fly through a T.V. screen, through time and space, but you know, he could fall asleep in front of a mob beating up cops, after eating tons of candy and running. There was reason to believe he was narcoleptic. "Les wake up," David said, shaking his brother. "Okay, let me try and explain, "Said Andrea, "What are your names?" "We know their names, Cheese-- David, Jack, and Les" said Kaylee, "Where's Crutchy?" "I know their names," Andrea whispered to the girls, "I'm just trying to beat around the bush to tell them what's going on" "Jack, how do they know our names?" Dave whispered to Jack. Jack, being the speaker, said out loud, "How do you know our names?" "Okay, let me try and explain," Sarah began to walk over towards them. Her shoulder grazed David's. She nearly fainted, she couldn't get the words out of her mouth, and she /really/ couldn't stop looking at David. "Someone else want to cover this?" she asked her friends still staring at David. "Yeah,' said Chelsea, "Okay, so basically, here's the deal," she said eerily nonchalant, "Alright, you are Newsies, you live in 1899, Jack, you don't have any parents, now don't try and lie and say they're in Santa Fe, cause we all know that's bull,"

the boys sat silent, completely in shock as she continued the story, "Anyways, you live in New York City, blah, blah, blah, You get the idea? We know who you are," the boys looked freaked out at that point, until Chelsea added in, "Don't cry about it I'm explaining. You just hurled out of what you knew as New York City, and what we know as a T.V. screen, now let me explain to you. This," Chelsea touched the T.V., "Is a T.V., they invented it sometime in the 1950's or whatever. You were probably dead by then so you don't have to worry," the girls laughed, the boys looked freaked out, "Right now, its 2004, that's 105 years from where you were 5 minutes ago. Now don't ask us how it happened, we're completely freaked out too. But not Sarah, she's completely turned on, cause she has the biggest obsession with you, Dave," Sarah blushed and hid her face, making it easy for Dave to figure out which one was Sarah. He laughed a little at the fact that a girl 120 years younger than him had a crush on him, "Okay, now, you do some explaining.....Where's Itey?" "You know Itey too?" asked Jack "We know all of you, including Skittery," said Andrea "And Racetrack," added Kathryn "Crutchy," Kaylee "The list goes on and on," started Sarah, "Kid Blink, Snitch, Specs, Boots, Spot, Snoddy, Pie Eater, Snipeshooter, Mush, Bumlets, Swifty, Dutchy..." she flashed a shy smile at Dave. "So, how do we get back?" asked Dave. Sarah frowned and looked up at Dave, "So soon?" Sarah and David locked eyes for a moment.