Turning to his long time friend, he commented, "Spot, der's somethin' seriously wrong wit' dat goil."

"I'se told ya she'se crazy." Spot replied.

"But der's somethin' else 'bout 'er. She's…different…" Jack drifted off.

"Yeah, I guess she is," Spot went along.

Jack finally snapped out of it, "So, Spot, whys was ya heah?"

"Well, Jacky-boy, I'se 'n need of a little help,." Spot said as if nearly choking the words.
Jack, understanding it was hard for Spot to ask for help, even from his best friend, just shook his head. "What can I'se do fer ya?"

"Well, sees, things are getting' rough 'n Brooklyn an' I'se needs ta git a few a me boys out. Ya understand?" Spot asked.

"No problem, we'se got a couple a exter beds heah, but I'se don't want any trouble from em." It was a commonly known fact that Brooklyn Newsies were the roughest of them all and didn't tolerate much before a fight would start. It was also known that Spot was the only one any of them would listen to. He may look like a little boy, but he was a skillful leader, fighter, and just about everything else. He was a guy that everyone could look up to and fear.

"Der won't be. If any of um tries anythin' jest send em back, Ise'll deal wid em," Spot said with a menacing look in his eyes, making Jack afraid to hand any one over to him, for any reason.

"Ok, whens dey comin'?" Jack asked.

"Well, I'se was gonna stay heah da nite, an' send em ovah da next day. Ise'll collect em when everythin' is safe if dats alright wid you'se." Spot said.

"No problem heah. Hey, I'se think I'se jist heard da boys come 'n," Jack stated referring to banging coming from downstairs.

The boys burst into the room carrying an unconscious and beaten Harmony.

Jack was furious, "What da hell did you'se do ta 'er?"

"We'se didn' 'ave anythin' ta do wit' dis. Honest!" Blink said.

"What happened?" Spot asked them as they laid her back on Jack's bed where she had been hiding a little over an hour ago.

"Well….we'se don' really know…" Mush said, his voice getting quieter as he spoke.

"Hows can none of you'se guys know what happened?" Jack let out an exasperated sigh. "Who'se the one who'se found her?"

"That'd be me," Blink said.

"Alright, Cyclops," Spot said, "where'd ya find her?"

"Stop callin' me dat!" Blink exclaimed.

"You'se wanna try ta tell me what ta do again?" Spot threatened.

Avoiding the subject, Blink reverted to the former question, "I'se found her in an alley, again. 'Cept dis time she wasn't bitin' me."

"I wanna heah dat story latah!" someone called out.

"Which alley?" Spot asked, ignoring the outburst.

"Da one by da City Hall." Blink responded.

"Ain't dat Queens territrey?" Spot asked Jack.

"I'se gonna soak dem." Jack yelled and ran towards the door. Spot motioned to two of the boys by the door to block his way and they obliged.

"Jack, calm yerself. Foist we'se gotta help her, den wese'll deal out da revenge. 'Sides, we don't even knows her. It was her fault she ran outta heah."

"Yer right Spot," Jack said calming down. "I'se gonna go outside an' have a cigarette an' Ise'll cum back when I'se feelin' bettah."

Jack went for the window but was tugged back inside by Spot. "I'se not dat easy ta fool. Git back inside."

"Spot, they'se deserve everythin' they'se gonna git," Jack, more or less, whined.

Spot slapped Jack, "Pull yerself togethah man. Dese guys are countin' on you'se ta be der leadah, so act like it!" Spot scolded.

"But Spot, no body, specially no goil, deserves ta be beat up like dat! I'se gotta do somethin'!"

"Den git her some help. She's gonna make it an' all dat, but she's gonna be 'n a lotta pain." Spot said.

Jack resigned, "Ise'll go an' get Kloppmann, he'll know what ta do."

"No, you aren't goin' anywheres till I'se sure you'se ain't plannin' anythin' stupid! One of you'se guys, go and git him fer Jack."

"No need," Harmony said, awakening from unconsciousness. "I'll be on me way."

Once again she caused everyone, except Spot, to jump.