Since both Jack and Harmony had no place to go, they came to a mutual agreement that it would be pointless to argue with the only company they had. Slowly, Harmony started getting better with Jack's help. Jack would let her lean on him while she tried to get her legs back in shape and be her punching dummy to regain arm strength. Finally, one day, she could limp across the room without Jack's help, and the next day she could walk. Finally, after four more days, she could run her best. Her strength had completely returned after two and a half weeks of training.

Harmony knew that her recovery was in a big part thanks to Jack, but every time she tried to thank him, he would blush and start joking about something else. They had become great friends, so she knew that it was best to drop it. He knew how she felt.

Every night, ever since she'd been beaten, she'd dreamed of revenge, and now it was time. With her wounds fully healed and everyone, even Blink, ignorant of her fitness, it was time to strike. The next morning, after the newsies had left, Harmony jumped out of bed and scribbled a quick note to Jack telling him where she'd went, and not to worry. Then she climbed out the window, sure that if she talked to Kloppmann, the owner of the Lodging House and honorary father to all its occupants, he would tell the boys before she could take a step from the building.

She ran down the fire escape and took the vaguely familiar path she had treaded a few weeks before, but this time she was ready. She heard footsteps behind her and spun around to meet her opponent with a swift punch to the gut. The punch found its way, shortly before she realized it was Jack. Keeling over, clutching his stomach, Jack had a shocked look on his face. As soon as he could talk again he gasped, "Geez, you'se strongah den you'se looks."

She asked him sternly, "What are ya doin' here, Jack? Spot told ya not ta leave da Lodgin' House."

"I'se seems ta recall dat hese'd said da same thing ta you'se."

"Well…dat's different…" Harmony said, loosing all the conviction in her voice.
"'Sides, did ya think I'se was goin' ta let you'se take dem all on by yerself?"

"He's not goin' ta be happy, an' I bet he'll blame me," she said. "But I'm glad fer da company."

"I'se knew you'se would. So, come on, we'se 'bout ta soak us sum bummahs," Jack said enthusiastically.

One by one, Queens's newsies challenged them, and one by one they were left in the dirt. Each newsie thinking he would be the one to beat them, foolishly attacking them without others, as to save the glory for himself. Finally, there were no more newsies to beat. All were strewn in the streets, even the leader. Harmony and Jack returned to the Lodging House, kicking a few on their way. They didn't come off completely clean, but they were a lot better off than the enemy. Both had a few punches landed on them, but nothing serious. The worst of the injuries Jack got was the one Harmony had landed on him before the fight even began.

When they got back to the bunkroom, they were glad to see none of the newsies had come back yet. They walked into the room and headed to wash up when they heard the door close behind them. It was none other than Spot, standing behind the door, waiting for them.