"Who's this?" Jaci heard the voice grow louder until she woke up and saw a strange looking boy staring at her. He had an innocent, confused puppy look and was wearing a newsboy hat and a vest. He had a weird key around his neck like a necklace. For a second Jaci was confused but then she realized who it was.
"Spot?" She asked rather shocked.
"Hey how do ya know my name? And what you doing here?" Spot said.
"Your Spot Conlon! Where am I? Is this some sort of dream?" Jaci once again asked. Spot reached down and pinched her, "Owwww! What was that for?" Jaci screamed.
"It hurt, you must not be dreamin'," Spot replied.
"Weird,"
"So who are you?" Spot inquired.
"My name is Jaci Rozmae, I am sixteen and live in Sherwood Park," Jaci answered as she got up off of the ground and brushed herself off.
"Sherwood Park never hoid of it," Spot gave her a 'your an idiot' look then continued his questioning. "So what ya doin' in Brooklyn?"
"Brooklyn! What am I doing in Brooklyn. All I remember is falling, hearing a siren, then bang, here I am in Brooklyn with you, Spot." Jaci exclaimed.
"Well I suppose you can stick with us till you figure out what ya doin' here," He spit on his hand then stuck it out for her to shake. Jaci reluctantly did the same. "Welcome to Brooklyn, me home sweet home,"
"Thank you I am sure I will find my stay most enjoyable," Jaci replied as politely as she could.
"Ya know ya coulda just said Thanks," Spot chuckled. "Here let me show ya around."
He led her around where he and his boys slept, ate, and fought. They talked for awhile then walked in silence. Jaci wondered how the heck she got here and how she would get home when Spot interrupted her thoughts.
"Have you ever hoid of Jack Kelly?" Spot asked Jaci as they walked towards the Brooklyn bridge.
"Jack Kelly? The Jack Kelly?"
"So I guess ya have, huh"
"Heard of him, I love him!" Jaci shouted, "Well, not technically,"
"Want to meet him and his newsies?
"YES!" Jaci could hardly contain herself.
"Alright Alright, lets go,"
"Right now?" Jaci said.
"Sure why not," Spot led the way and Jaci excitedly followed behind.
By the time they had reached Manhattan Jaci was out of breath and was longing to stop walking. Almost like Spot had read her mind he stopped and sat down on a bench. Jaci sighed and sat beside him.
"I have to think," Spot said randomly.
"About what?" Jaci questioned.
"Well Manhattan is a big place and I am trying to think of where jack would be right now. Our best bet is just to go to their bunkhouse. They should be done sellin' their papes by now."
"Lets go" Jaci said and stood up with a new surge of energy. Spot also stood up and started heading towards where Jack and the other would hopefully be.