And he was.

When Jack was woken by Kloppmann the next morning, he looked over to see Harmony, in his bed. That was enough to make him fall out of bed.

Race, who woke up after Jack fell out of bed, said, "Looks like Jacky-boy is makin' a move on Conlon's goil. Didn't know you'se had it in ya."

"Race…" Jack said, a little threateningly.

"Geez, chill out. I'se jest jokin'. We'se all know yer safe. If I'se had a goil, Ise'd know I could leave her wid you in bed an' not worry."

Jack replied, "Thanks, Race, I think."

"Harmony!" Blink yelled from his bed. "Yer back!!" He wasted no time in running over to her, hugging her, and twirling her around.

"At least someone's happy ta see me," Harmony said. After a couple more moments she said, "Okay Blink ya can put me down now…"

Blink complied immediately, with a sheepish smile, and stepped back a couple of steps with his head hanging.

"We's are all happy ta see you'se an' not dat yer unwelcome but why are you'se heah?" Jack asked trying to figure things out.

"I missed you guys!" Harmony explained.

"As sweet as dat is don't try an' pull dat wid me. Why are ya really heah?" Jack questioned unconvinced.

"I jest told ya! I missed ya all too much so I came back a couple days early. Why is it so hard ta believe dat I didn't like Brooklyn?"

"Well no one likes Brooklyn, dat ain't da point though. Da point is dat you'se left wid Spot an' I doubt he'd want you comin' back early," Jack explained. He then looked closer at Harmony and asked, "Does he even know yer heah?"

Harmony looked up at the ceiling. "Well, he might. I mean…I don't know…he's probably figured it out by now…"

"Did dat joik do somethin' ta ya Bitter?! Ise'll soak him! Dat bum is dead!" Blink exclaimed making violent motions towards his pillow.

"Oh you'se will, will ya?" came the familiar voice. Everyone whipped around to see Spot leaning against the door post with Caps standing behind him.

"Someone needs ta put a bell on dat boy!" Racetrack exclaimed.

Nervous laughter was heard around the room. Everyone looked back and forth from Blink and Spot not wanting to miss any of the action.

Blink trying to appear confident said, "Yeah I'se will if you'se did anythin' ta dat goil."

"Let's see you'se try," Spot invited.

"All right I'se will!" Blink accepted walking towards Spot having no idea what he was going to do when he reached him.

He didn't have much time to figure it out before Jack intervened saying, "You'se two knows ya can't fight in heah! Wese'll all get kicked out if you'se keep actin' stupid! Take it outseide if you'se wants ta fight!"

"Dats fine wid me," Blink said roughly.

"Dis ain't gunna be a fight its gunna be a beatin'," Spot commented.

"I'se wont hurt ya too bad Spottie," Blink promised patronizingly.

"Yeah you'se keep bein' cute 'til I'se get you outside," Spot smirked.

"Well den lets go!"

Harmony, getting tired of their talk, got up from her place on Jack's bed, and said, "Look boys, both of you jest stop! Yer both bein' complete immature joiks." Everyone froze when she said this, after all Blink was trying to defend her and Spot, well no one tells Spot what to do and gets away with it.

Spot started to protest but Harmony cut him off. "No, jest listen ta me. All of you listen! Blink, Spot didn't do anythin' ta me I jest didn't want ta stay in Brooklyn anymore. So, ya might as well jest stop dis bullshit now 'cause we both know dat when ya get outside Spot will kill ya. An' Spot, why da hell are ya here anyways? I thought we weren't talkin' anymore! Jest go away and stop pickin' on people!"

Everyone stood in shock. You could have easily heard a pin drop in the room. Blink looked about ready to cry, and was most definitely not smiling. Spot recovered from his shock much easier than the rest and said, "Look, no one talks ta me like dat, even you'se. I'se is jest as sick of yer attitude as you'se is of mine. I'se sick a ya bein so damn moody all da time an' not talkin' ta anyone 'bout important things. An' I'se sick of you'se pushin' everyone away jest cause you'se had a hard childhood. Look 'round! Everyone one heah had bad childhoods but no one goes 'round bein' bittah all da time!"

"No one except you dat is!" Harmony countered. "And if you are so sick of me den why do ya keep followin' me?"

"You'se thinks I'se followin' you? Spot Conlon's don't need ta follow no one! I'se heah ta get Jack," Spot informed her.

"Oh, so dat's yer preference these days? Now I know why it didn't work out between us…" Harmony commented.

At this Blink's smile returned. There was titterings of laughter heard from the group but a glare from Spot silenced them all.

"I'se has had it wid you'se goil. I'se is glad yer gone, I'se don't hafta worry 'bout yer moodiness and annoying whinin' anymoah," Spot insulted her.

"That's just fine!" Harmony yelled running out of the door, crying.

Blink bolted after her. He was sure that he could cheer her up if he found her.

Spot almost looked like he was sorry as he watched Harmony leave then turned to Jack. "Come on Jacky-boy, we'se gotta head fer da meetin'. They's moved it up a little and we'se is gunna be late if we don't hurry."

Jack grabbed his hat and followed Spot out the door. He reappeared a few seconds later saying, "Hey you bummahs get ta woik you'se is already late!" He then left again.
Racetrack ran to the window to make sure Jack really left that time, then yelled, "Free day! Who'se fer a game a pokah?"

Everyone laughed. Some of the boys sat down to play with Race, while most of them crawled back into bed. There fun was ruined however when two minutes later Jack came back up saying, "Anyone in bed right now wont have a bed tommorah! You'se all get yer lazy asses outta bed and sell yer papes. An' you'se guys playin pokah better hurry too befoah I'se has ta go get Spot an' ask him ta help me keep me boys in line. An' Ise'll know if you'se all don't go ta woik…Spot ain't da only one wid boidees."

Everyone got up grumbling. They all headed to the washroom. Mush asked, "Da ya think dat Jack was jest jokin' 'bout his 'boidees'?"

Caps entered the room saying, "Jack told me ta tell you'se dat he wasn't jokin', whatevah dat means."

Everyone looked frightened. "Jack's beginnin' ta scare me. We'se shouldn't let him hang 'round Spot so much," Racetrack commented.