I am seriously sorry for whoever read my last Jet Black story and have been waiting for the next chapter of this fic. Many things have happened since I put the last chapter in. 1. Registering for school. 2. Going to school. 3.Getting used to the new block schedule they just started. 4. My best friends dog getting hit by a car, and dying. And last but not least 5. My hard drive crashing and all my memory lost. And that includes my writing programs. Basically all I have on my computer right now is Windows, and Msn. Anyways here is the latest chapter of Back into Reality.

In the time of 1899 in New York, a figure sat on the rooftop of The Newsboys Lodging house, looking up at the stars. The figure tilted his as he brought a cigarette up to his lips and inhaled. Slowly he blew the smoke out as a Shooting Star streaked across the sky. Closing his eyes, he made a wish.

Several things went through my mind as I was in my deep sleep. I made up a shopping list for when me and my sister go grocery shopping. I finally figured out math problem number 22, that blasted thing made me go insane trying to figure it out. And I had several thoughts about how I would like to kill my ex-boyfriend Jared. That last one I had fun with, even though I was unconcious.

And finally, after the fifth time Jared died, I was waking up. And holy hell did I have a headache.

"Argh...If this is what a hangover feels like, never let me drink again," I groaned.
"Jet, you don't drink." I heard a voice off to my left say.
"Oh...Well never let me have any alcohol at all. Hey that rhymed."
"Now's not the time Blue." A different voice came up on my other side. "We need to tell you something."

I barely opened my eyes, leaving them squinting, but noticed Monster off to my left and Battery to my right. "Please don't tell me your pregnant."
"No...but...Wait what!"

"Sorry Mon, couldn't help myself." I smiled as I slowly sat up, my headache fading away like it was never even here. "So speak, what's going on."

"We don't think we're home anymore."

"What do you mean you 'think' we're not home anymore?" I asked quietly, my eyes closing again.

"It means that we could possibly be in either another demension," Battery started. "Or have just gone back in time, and into another state. Cause this really doesn't look like Idaho." (Sorry if I never mentioned where they lived in B.T.I.R.)

My eyes immediately snapped open and I gave a small gasp. We were no longer in the school theater, but instead in an alleyway between two brick buildings. I slowly stood up, my two friends doing the same, and took a small step forward. My feet felt uncomfortable, like they were in bo-

"No not my Converse!" I shouted. There on my feet, no longer my beloved comfortable All Stars, were a pair of worn black boots.

"Jesus Blue, we're in an alleyway, in a weird city, and probably not our own time, and all you can think of are your feet." Mon looked annoyed. "This is just great, how about you help us try and get home."

I looked at him sorrow on my face. "But my shoes, I loved those things."

Battery patted my shoulder, "We'll get you a new pair when we get home. That's if we get home first."

I nodded my head, then walked the rest of the way out of the alley. The sorrow for my shoes forgotten, and instead curiosty creeping up my back. And what the three of us came upon, made all of us gasp.

"Ok..." Monster started slowly. "Which one of you made a wish on a Shooting Star this time. Cause it wasn't me." He looked at me suspiciously.

I chanced a look at him, then doubled back as I noticed him watching me. "What are you lookin at me for! I remember what happened last time, I'm never doing that again." I turned to look at Battery. He did the same thing I did, and doubled back to look at me.

"Wasn't me!"

I turned back to the scene in front of me. It would probably be a good thing if you knew what we were looking at huh? Well I'll just have to tell you in as little words as possible. We.Had.Definitely.Gone.Back.In.Time!

We were standing in front of an alley that was a dead end, and in front of that was a marketplace of some kind. Men and Women were passing us by, either not noticing us standing there gaping with our mouths open, or ignoring us for unexplained reasons. The place was noisy, people shouting, Venders trying to sell the items on their carts to bypassers. I took great notice in the people who walked past, women dressed in fancy dresses and petticoats to women dressed in plain dresses and ragged skirts. Men dressed in fine suits and bowler hats to men in dirty worn shirts and pants.

They were dressed like they were in the 1900's. Which is probably where we were anyways.

I checked my head, feeling that newsies cap still on my head, and looked down at my own clothes. I was still wearing the costume for Racetrack. (You should all know what he wears by now, if you've watched Newsies as much as me) Then I glanced over at the other two. Monster had obviously taken off the cowboy hat during break, since it was nowhere to be found, and he also folded up the bandana and tied it around his head. Making him look like an unmasked ninja, wish I could look like that. Battery was also still wearing his own Mush costume, his suspenders hanging down by his legs.

I looked back up from our outfits as I heard footsteps come closer to the alley. Two teenage boys were making their way towards us. The first was the smaller of the two with a black bowler hat on his head and wearing a smirk across his lips. The second was taller, and had somewhat of a mustache on his upper lip. A bowler hat also graced the top of his head, I also took notice of the brass knuckles that he brought out of his pocket.

"We're gonna die aren't we." Battery asked, as he watched the two boys step into the enterance of the alley, cutting off our way out. Our way to not getting out asses kicked for no apparent reason.

"Yep." I answered.