"I've got some news!" Jack shouted happily. I twisted in my booth at Tibby's to see our glowing leader. "Tonight we celebrate! Anoder year, anoder life! Meda's agreed, so 7 sharp everyone."

Faces near me burst out happily, "What a time we'se gonna have!"

"What's the deal?" I asked curious.

"Anniversary of winning de Strike," Bumlets answered. He turned to his coke and drank enthusiastically.

"I hope you'd allowed me the pleasure of your first dance," Race turned to me and mockingly brushed off his cap to me.

"Why sure chum," I grinned.

"Ah! Lady ya cut me to the quick," Race said dramatically and mimed a stab to the heart, tongue hanging out and all. I rolled my eyes and laughed joined by everyone else. At that moment, David walks into Tibby's. He nods to Jack and then looks at me and smiles.

"Dave, there's a party at Meda's, 7 today. Be there." Jack acknowledges.

"Sure, I always love a party," Dave grinned as he slid next to me.

"Hey Jack," I called out, "Do you think I could bring a friend?"

David sat straight, as if frozen for the few next seconds.

"Uh..." Jack looked towards David as looking for a sign, not finding one he continued, "Yeah, the more the merrier, right?"

"So, who's this guy ya taken?" Bumlets asked evenly.

"What?!" I asked confused. When did friend mean guy? All I could think about was Cecilia. I had found her again and I didn't want to let her go. That hug, it was enough to get me through anything. But barely anytime had past, then she told me I had to leave, her husband was coming. When I had left her, she gave me an address that I could send her things. Well tonight she was going to have a fun time. It was the least I owed her for not keeping her safe. "Your crazy, Bums," I finished and then hurried off to invite Cecilia.

In a darkened room not far off, the same voice afforted the waiting Oscar and Morris, "So," it purred, "There is to be a party tonight where the little diamond will shine."

"And, we saw her dropping off a letter in Central Park." Morris greased.

"The little maid who's picked it up squealed, 'Tis a letter for me Mistress, the Honorable Mrs. Montague.' That was sport wasn't it Morris," Oscar grinned.

"Montague... Montague... Oh yes, that little man on Wall Street... married a friend of little Rosie, the Mrs. Montague," the voice mused. "Boys, I want you to escort Honorable Mrs. Montague to me, NOW!" When the forms of Oscar and Morris scurried out the room, the voice laughed, "Rose, Rose, Rose.... You've been a clever little imp, but now it's time to come home... to me."

The figure rose from his chair and stepped into the light. There if anyone had been there to look, they would have remarked on the strange twisted triumph that stamped the face of young Anthony Hearst.

A.N. Thank you for all who continue to read this story... hopefully, I will find time through the school year to keep up. Don't worry, I will not be abandoning my little Rose. And of course... I don't not own hardly any of the characters only the ones which did not appear in any movie.