Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies sadly... nor do I own the 3 doors down song "Changes" this is my first ever song fic so send me FB and be brutally honest! Ok? Well start reading! Cards

Changes.

Spot walked around unknowing of his surroundings, things were different, there was no city lights, no ocean breeze as there would be in Brooklyn, no newsie calling headlines, no kids playing around, nothing... nothing familiar to him. For once in his life he was scared, scared of what might be waiting for him along the road. He started to sing; none of his newsies ever knew that he sung it wasn't in his job proscription as the leader of Brooklyn. "I'm not supposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am

I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands how I feel

I'm trying hard to breathe now but there's no air in my lungs

There's no one here to talk to and the pain inside is making me numb" The words flowed out as they normally did in Brooklyn, on the rooftop of the warehouse that he and his newsies stayed.

He started walking through alleyways unfamiliar to him, people passed him who he did not recognize, and he finally gave into this uncontrollable fear. "I try to hold this Under control

They can't help me 'Cause no one knows" his song continued. "Where am I, what is this place?" he asked himself, as he stopped at the end of a alley only seconds before a Car almost rolled over him. "What was that?" he asked a bystander. "That's a Car! Gosh people don't know anything these days..." the old man trailed on. "A car, what's that?" he thought. "There's no cars in New York that's for showah." "Now I'm going through changes, changes

God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately

When I get suffocated, save me

Now I'm going through changes, changes" his endless song continued. The world has changed since the accident the day the strike ended, when Teddy Roosevelt's carriage crashed and Spot went into a coma. When he never made it back to Brooklyn the newsies figured he was dead, but when Jack found him in a ditch he gave his Santa Fe money and trip to Spot where a doctor could help him. But when Spot didn't wake up after two years the doctor's basically gave up, and sent him to a lady named Jennifer Mancini, she took care of him for the five years he was still in a coma. And when he woke up she wasn't there all he knew was that he needed to get back too Brooklyn. "I'm running, shaking

Bound and breaking

I hope I make it through all these changes

Now I'm going through changes, changes

God, I feel so frustrated lately

When I get suffocated, save me

Now I'm falling apart, now I feel it" He found a place to stay for the night and sat down, he fell asleep instantly, his heart racing from all the events that have taken place. He looked into a puddle made from a drain above him, only to find his hair longer and his face older. He took out a knife that was in his pocket and cut his hair, he looked so different to himself that if he didn't know better he would say that it wasn't Spot Conlon's reflections but the reflection of another guy. He accepted the fact that the year was 1906, and that it wasn't 1899 anymore. "Now I'm going through changes, changes

God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately

When I get suffacated, I hate this

But I'm going through changes, changes" he finished and went to sleep.

End.