Race was sure he would find Bam at the tracks, but when he got there, only a handful of old men were found. He wandered around, looking for Bam in the small pubs that lined Sheepshead Bay. He checked his pocket watch, remembering that the nightly poker games had started in the old factory. It was a long shot, but Race figured it was worth a try. When he arrived there, he searched the small crowd of kids that had gathered, hoping Bam had returned, ignoring the fact that she hadn't been there in months. He remembered the first time he met Bam, or Mickie as she had introduced herself first, there, and laughed. She's quite da hellraisa, he thought with a smile. Suddenly it hit him. He recalled something that she had told him the first night he walked her home from the tracks and took off running.
"Bam!" Race ran up to the girl huddled on a bench in the train station.
"Race? What da hell are ya doin' heah?" Bam asked angrily.
"I was lookin' for ya. You got us all pretty worried, disappearin' like dat!" Race pulled her into a hug, but she managed to wiggle out of his grasp.
"Why do ya care? Did Jack send ya?"
"Bam, will ya drop dat already? No, Jack didn't send me. He told me not ta go lookin' for ya, dat ya prolly didn't wanna be found, but I came anyway," Race justified.
"Yeah, well, ya shoulda listened ta Jack dis time," Bam's tone was icy.
"Geez, Bam, will ya at least lemme explain meself? Shoa, Jack asked me ta watch ya, but he didn't tell me ta tawk ta ya. I did dat on me own. Like I told ya before, I t'ought we got off on da wrong foot and I'm sorry for dat. Jack had nothin' ta do wid me tryin' ta be your damn friend, okay? I did dat cuz I wanted ta." Bam inspected his face, but found no signs of lying. His eyes were wide and begged her to trust him.
"Okay…" Bam said cautiously. "How'd ya find me, anyway?" she added curiously.
"Ya told me dat da foist night we met, ya had nowhere else ta go, so ya stayed at da train station. I figured, ya ain't got anywhere else ta stay, so you'd come back ta da train station," Race explained. "And I was right!" he added with a grin. "So will ya come home now?"
"Where's home?" Bam asked with a laugh.
"Manhattan, a coise!"
After all the effort he had gone through to find her, and the desperation for her to believe him, Bam realized that she had made a mistake in not trusting Race. "Yeah, I'll come home."