A/N: Thanks to Naomi and Araknia the Storyspinner!! Again!! I know im supposed to be studying for finals…but I took a little time to update this since I felt bad waiting 2 weeks but the next chapter will most likely not be up till the 15th or after but I will try. I hope you enjoy this chapter..sorry it isn't much but I wanted to get another one out here.

Last chapter: After the quick shower I felt refreshed but I still felt the affects of the other night. I slowly walked back to Stealth's old room, not really wanting to rest in my bunk bed yet, knowing it would be loud and full of newsies soon.

As I entered his room I saw Spot had returned with food, he flashed me a smile "Good to see ya movin' around, even if its slowly" I narrowed my eyes at him for the last comment.

I grabbed the food out of his hands and sat back down on the bed. This time he looked mad, he sighed and took the other plate he had on the ground and started eating like I had.

"So ya sure ya alright?" Spot asked as I was eating.

I paused my chewing and glanced at him, "yeah I'm fine, why?"

He shrugged, "Just making sure, cause ya were havin' a lot of nightmares the last few days" he stated as if it was nothing.

I paused again remembering the dream I had had earlier, I looked back up at Spot and shrugged it off as nothing, "Am I not allowed to dream?" I questioned avoiding the answer he wanted.

He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath about me being difficult. The rest of the meal seemed to be in silence as I wondered how he noticed I was having nightmares, had he stayed over? I shrugged off the question as we both finished the meals. Spot stood up taking one last look at me, "I gotta get goin' Phantom, but I'm glad ya alright" he turned and left the room and lodging house to reclaim his throne.

I was puzzled at what just happened. Was Spot being nice to me again, we had been friends when we were little but we grew distant as I left for the Bronx. As much as I hate to admit it I missed my old friends and old life in Manhattan, but sometimes there is no going back.

As I stared off in thought I felt someone in the room, I turned to see Haze and Razor standing in the doorway. "So ya couldn't wait for me to help ya out in Harlem? I'm hurt Phantom" Razor said smiling. I laughed, "Sorry kinda wasn't plannin' on this"

Haze came in closer, "So ya feelin better now that ya got some food?" he asked eyeing the food still lying on the bed. I nodded, "I would feel betta when I get back out into the world."

"Well if ya that eager ya can sell the afternoon edition for me, I need to make up from a poker game last night" Razor said from the door.

"I'm not that desperate" I shook my head at him. He gave me a sad lip and left the room probably to go sell.

I looked up at Haze hoping he wouldn't lecture me; "His boys won't be comin' afta me, and if they do its my problem not the Bronx's" I offered him before he could say anything about the other night.

"I wasn't gonna say anythin' Phantom, and if they do ya know ya newsies will back ya up. They were all worried bout ya before, and now they are just glad to have ya back and ok. And I'm gettin' tired of takin' your place all the time" he shot me a smile that I couldn't help but return.

"Get some more rest Phantom, and I'll come wake ya tomorrow for sellin'…bright and early" he said as he left the room. I sighed and settled back into the bed.

As I looked around the room I realized being in Stealth's room brought back memories, I had never moved into to it because it scared me. But now the room didn't haunt me, but rather made me feel like a leader. I often tried to step up into Stealth's shoes, but with everything that has happened I feel as though I'm letting my newsies down.

I shook my head to clear its thoughts; this was not something I wanted to worry about right now. Today was very confusing for me, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep, and for that afternoon I feel back into a restless sleep.

I woke up with a start and gazed at the window nearby. It was barely getting light out and I could see the sun starting to make its way over the New York skyline. I stood by the window for once taking in the sights of the city and the colors of the sunrise. For once my body and mind was without worry, sighing I heard the newsies starting to stir, and I knew it was time for me to get ready as well.

I headed to the washroom hoping to get ready before most of the boys came running in. the one thing I needed around here was a bathroom to myself, maybe I should at least get a room to myself and take Stealth's old one. I shook off the thought saving that thought for later and focused on getting ready. I carefully checked on my stomach again, and noticed it seemed to be healing, even if it was slowly. As I walked out of the wash room I ran into Haze, who seemed surprised to see me up.

"I couldn't sleep" was all I said before he could ask questions. I walked past him and grabbed my change of clothes before heading towards Stealth's room to change in privacy.

I soon emerged and joined my newsies as we embraced the lively streets to start the day. As the day went by I finally shook the feeling that someone was watching me, I knew he was gone and no one would be lurking around waiting to take me to lunch. But as much as it gave me comfort it still bothered me that I had done what I did.

Maybe I was becoming soft, when I first joined the Bronx I had done stuff like this but then again the leaders told me too. I sighed and continued my selling; when I had finished I headed straight to the lodging house to get some needed rest. My stomach was killing me and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep…without anymore nightmares.

Slowly I got back into things like they had been before I went crazy searching for Club. I fell back into the leader role as it should have been, but I still kept an eye out for any of Club's boys making trouble in my territory.

A few weeks later I was fully healed and for the most part I got a good enough sleep. I had almost forgotten about the previous weeks and continued like normal. But this morning was like a few others, ones where I had woken up early from a nightmare and I soothed myself by watching the sunrise. Like clockwork when the sun hit a certain height and the colors spread more across the sky, I turned and got ready for a day of work.

I walked out of Stealth's room, which I had now adopted as my own, deciding a girl newsie and leader needed privacy, and joined the newsies outside of the lodging house.

After a quick morning of selling papers I decided to take a walk with my free time. It was a nice enough outside that I started walking to find a place to eat lunch, but to my surprise I found myself close to Manhattan and Brooklyn territory. Instead of going to Tibby's for lunch I headed into Brooklyn to get something, hoping I wouldn't run into Spot.

Lunch went by without any appearances from Spot, and I soon headed back towards the Bronx. As I found myself at the Brooklyn Bridge I stopped to yell over the bridge. I hadn't done that in awhile and as soon as I yelled I heard another yell, confusion masked my face as I knew it wasn't an echo.

I turned my head to see Spot leaning up against the bridge, staring at me.

A/N: sorry this is a bad place to leave it, I hate cliffhangers too but this is all I had time for and I needed to leave a little bit for the next chapter so I remember where I was going with it. Please review!