The day started out light and lively, the best of New York mornings. I lay still as I let the sun warm my skin. Delicious day, one for action! With that, I sprung from bed and got ready for the day as I had this past week. I went out to the kitchen and was surprised not to see David already up.

"Ester, where is David?" I asked Mrs. Jacobs.

"About an hour ago, that nice Colons boy came by and they went off to take care of something. Told you not to wait up for them, didn't know how long it would take." She calmly replied.

"Hmmm..." I mumbled.

It struck me as odd. What could have Brooklyn have wanted with Dave? And why was I not invited along? Furthermore, when did Colons become nice? I stifled a laugh at this last thought, and then taking my cue from the morning, I set off on the adventures promised to me by the morning sun.

No sooner had I reached the street when I heard my name being yelled.

"ROSE!" the cry echoed, it's tone nearly tearing my heart apart. It couldn't be her! But that voice, it is so familiar. It froze me right there on the pavement. Before another thought went through my mine, warm arms circled me and hugged me fiercely. I could harldly help the tears from falling down my face.

"Cecilia," I breathed, my face beaming.

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"Mouth, is there anyway you could tell that goil of yours she is walking on fire?" Spot spoke evenly when the walked out from the apartment complex. David was taken aback. This was not what he had been expecting. When Spot showed up with a serious scowl on his face and said he needed to talk about Angel with him, he had been convinced Spot was going to warn him off Angel. Now, all he heard was "that goil of yours." Could she ever be his? Would she even consider it?

"S..She's not my girl," David managed to get out.

"That's not the point. The point is she is in danger, big danger." Spot continued sweeping aside all of Dave's thoughts.

"That is what I've been trying to tell her," David said seriously, "Why haven't you backed me up?"

"I couldn't do that. She's Thorns, wouldn't listen to a word I said."

"And what makes you think she cares about what I think?" Dave asked stunned.

"Have ya told her bout your sister, Sarah?" Spot asked quietly. Then seeing Dave's face paleing, "I guess not. You might wanna before."

"Before what?" said Dave.

"Before it's too late. I know you care about her, any fool could see it. So listen to me now. She is in more danger than she knows. I've heard rumors of some big wig visiting some old friends of ours. Now if you ain't gonna protect her then I will. Angel's gotta disappear, one way or another. If she is caught, she's goin to anyways. It's time to say goodbye."

David gave Spot a disgusted look and left. Spot just shook his head sadly after him. It was almost time, time for Angel to disappear from New York.