Blink awoke, facing the underside of the upper bunk. He squinted. There was a white patch he hadn't seen before. He reached up, his vision still foggy. The white patch came away in his hands. He sat up carefully. The front of it bore his name.

He opened the folded square of paper.

Blink,

I have to go. I have to get out of here. I can't stay here forever. The stories are yours. Give the poems to those whom they belong to.

You know why I have to leave.

I'll try to keep in contact. I miss you.

Your Theresa

For the second time in this story, Blink rushed up stairs, again only to find an empty bed. He ran down the stairs again at breakneck speed, pausing only to run into the guys' dorm to grab clothes. He hopped down the stairs, trying to get his boots on. He almost toppled Kloppy.

"I'll be back, Kloppy!" he yelled as he squealed out the door.

Kloppman only shook his head. "Teenagers. Can't live with 'em, can't live…wait, that's it." He calmly took a sip of his coffee.

Blink hopped onto the train station's platform. He frantically scanned the cars, boarding docks, anything and everywhere.

"All aboard!" The conductor's throaty call echoed across wakening New York.

The train started to move. Suddenly, a sight caught his eye. "Red!"

Red turned in her seat. Tears were obvious in her eyes. I'm sorry she mouthed. Her eyes told him the rest. I had to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Blink stood on the boarding dock, looking shell-shocked. She blew him a kiss.

He caught it, placing it in his pocket. Bye. I miss you.

I miss you too.

Write.

I will.

The train moved out of sight around the bend. Blink dropped to his knees.

"Goodbye, lovely lady. You may be out of my life, but you'll never be out of my heart."

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Blink lay on his bottom bunk, his hands beneath his head. He stared at the wood, still going over the day in his mind. He had sold okay, for a guy stricken with grief. He broke the news to the other newsies. But he still couldn't cry. He wouldn't. He should. But I can't. He had distributed the poems. There was one for every newsie. He looked at his again.

For Blink.

Maybe someday

I'll write what I truly feel

For the boy on the corner

Hawking papers

To the passerby

Maybe someday

I'll whisper

I love him

In his ear

Maybe someday

I'll hug him

And he'll hug me back

Maybe someday

Maybe someday

Maybe someday will never come

Someday never did come, he realized. He rubbed at the wetness in his ear.

The window was open. It was a nice night.

The Angelboid didn't sing. They never heard it again.

Cut…and Wrap!

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I trust this trilogy was enjoyable. I shall miss writing it. Thank you, madmbutterfly for reviewing since Red, and all throughout, you have been of great help to me! Umm...that's the only one. Thank you readers, for not reviewing when you should have. Uhm...thank you all reveiwers for makin' me smile...and I'm done! Thanks all! -rj