AN: i hope you enjoy this new chapter. Sorry it took so long to update i've just been really busy with school. But it's spring break so now i have tons of time and will hopefully be updating a lot more, for a week at least. Please RR i'd love to know what all of you people think. So without further ado here is the next chapter.

Tumbler didn't come home that night as Skittery would have hoped. In fact no newsies saw or heard from the young boy for nearly a week although all kept their eyes and ears open for him. Skittery dove into a semi depression and stopped selling in order to look for Tumbler.

The newsies were all worried about Skittery. He stopped eating and wouldn't accept cigarettes to calm him down. He continued on this down hill spiral for nearly a month and almost cracked into sheer madness. Tumbler was gone and was never coming back, he convinced himself. He'd broken his promise to Tommy, he'd failed.

Tumbler ran long and hard. His face was stained with tears; his eyes were swollen and red. He had to get away. Away from the lies, the pain and the memories. He didn't know where he was going he just ran.

Skittery yelled for him to come back but he couldn't. How could he ever go back to that boy? He finally came to a stop by a wharf. It was old and forgotten. Crates were littered all over covered with fisher nets and rope. Moss was creeping up the sides making the wharf look older than it really was. Tumbler knew by this wharf that he was in Brooklyn, a dangerous spot to be in for a boy his age.

He was exhausted from his frantic race. Finding the warmest crate he could he flopped down and was asleep within a minute. He had time, he was in no rush. Who cares what Skittery said, he was going to find his father and his sisters. He wanted his family.

The sun rose slowly creeping into Tumbler's eyes waking him from his restless sleep. He was sore from sleeping in the rain but was relieved to find that he wasn't in the lodging house. He was sure that Skittery would've followed him and brought him back when he was asleep.

His stomach growled away at his insides. Tumbler rubbed it and after a quick stretch he set off again in search of some food. He made sure to stay out of the newsies way trying to be inconspicuous so as not to be found. After buying a loaf of bread he walked to the one place he knew might hold some answers, St. Mary's home for children, the Manhattan orphanage. Somewhere in that building was the records of his sisters' adoption and he had to find out where they were.

He crept around to the back and entered through the back door. Staying close to the shadows like Jack had taught him he made his way down the hall. Thankful that he had some sense of reading ability he made his way reading the doors trying to find the records hall.

After about an hour of searching he came upon a locked room. Above it was written: Records. He smiled and began his work at picking the lock. Soon the door creaked open just enough for him to sneak in. He set to work looking for the only last name Skittery'd ever told him Conner.

Soon he came upon a folder holding official papers with the names Kimbrely and Megan Conner. He'd found them.

Tumbler ran through the streets not caring who saw him. In his hand was clamped the address where his sister were supposed to live. His smile shown from his face and was brighter than the sun.

He made his way through the streets and toward Rose lane. It was a long walk but he soon found himself staring at the street sign with anticipation in his eyes. Slowly he walked down the street and looked closely at every house number.

2003…2005…2007…2009…2011…2013 he thought as he walked by. He came to a stop in front of 2015 Rose lane. The house could easily fit the lodging house in it twenty times over. An iron gate surrounded the place and the grass was cleanly trimmed and racked. The house was pure white and the windows squeaky clean. Trees stood sporadically around the lawn shading most of the ground. An elderly man was pruning the bushes near the house.

Tumbler looked at the house. He was in shock at the sight of such a large house that he didn't even hear a girl call his name. She was small but still bigger than Tumbler, which since he was only eight, wasn't that hard. Only about four or five years differed in their age. Another young girl about a year older than the first stood by her side. They were dressed in dresses of white and light lilac. Their hair was pulled back braids revealing two sets of puppy brown eyes just like Tumbler.

"Boy…what are you doing here?"

"Well…I'se was just lookin for someone but it's obvious dat dey ain't here so I'll just be on me way."

"Well who are you looking for maybe our father can help, he knows almost everybody on this street."

"Well, they're me sistah's but I'se nevah really met them. You'se see when I was younger me fadder beat up on us and den some friends 'a ours tried ta get us adopted into a family together but dey couldn't and so now I'se all alone and I'se really wanted ta find me sistah's but I'se don't think dey'll remember me."

"What's your name?"

"Tumbler, well dat's me nickname me real name is Patrick. Me sistah's are Kim an' Megan do you'se know of dem or where I could find dem?"

"We're the only Megan and Kim that live on this block but…Patrick?! Is that really you?"

"Yeah dat's me."

"Meg…it's Pat…it's really…what was your brother's name?"

"Well Skittery told me about Tommy and den dere was me udder sistah named Lisa but both 'a dem died. He said somethin about anudder brudder named Andrew but I didn't ask what happened ta him. I'se didn't wanna know."

"He never came home…he died in a factory related accident. Father couldn't hurt him anymore, that's what Tommy said." Kim informed the young boy.

Megan looked from her sister to the boy outside the gate. Her face said it all; she didn't believe what she was hearing.

"Kim are you going mad?! This boy shows up out of thin air and says his names Patrick and you think he's our long lost brother?!"

"Yes. Look he has mother's eyes and father's hair. He's the spitting image of Tommy! How can he not be our brother?"

"I don't know I don't remember I was only four!"

"Well I was five and I can remember now come on think on it for a minute."

Megan tilted her head in thought. After a minute she smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Girls!" called a man from the house. He donned a suit and tie that made him look uncomfortable in the hot weather. Spotting them by the fence he walked down to see what they were doing. "Who's this young fellow?" he asked spying Tumbler.

"Daddy this is our younger brother Patrick."