Author's Note: I appologize for the lack of updates! I haven't been updating any of my stories really, and I feel horrible about it! Now, just to let you all know, sometime in the future I plan on rewriting this story, because I'm unhappy with the way some things turned out, but the overall plot will remain the same. I just think that this story could have been so much more had I enough time to really concentrate on it. I certainly know it does not live up to Time Is Never Time At All. Anywho, here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Anything Disney related does not belong to me; neither does the yellow brick road.

With Spark out of the picture, Spot felt much more at ease; that is, until Camille came storming into the Brooklyn Lodging House, face red. She had apparently heard word of it.

"I can't believe you!" Camille exploded, gesturing wildly with her hands and pacing back and forth in the entrance of the lodging house. "I honestly can't believe you!"

Spot was lounging on one of the lower stairs on the stairwell. His elbows were resting on his knees and his arms were spread out in front of him, hands clasped. His lips were pursed and he was watching Camille warily with steel eyes.

Racetrack, who was standing behind Camille in the doorway, was uncertain as to what he should be doing. He hadn't exactly volunteered to go on this little trip to Brooklyn. Rather, as soon as Camille had overheard him informing Jack of Spark's dismissal, she had bolted out the door in the direction of what she had hoped was Brooklyn. Race was sent to make sure she didn't wander anywhere more dangerous. Now, he was stuck standing awkwardly, waiting for something. He wasn't sure what that something was, but he was sure he'd know it when it happened.

"La la la la!" Alicia was skipping down the street, arms linked with Mush on one side and Blink on the other. They both exchanged glances over her head, each sick of skipping and singing, but Alicia's cheeriness was unstoppable, and she seemed to have an over abundance of energy. The newsboys had begun to tire after about an hour. "Isn't this fun?!" Alicia screeched, grinning widely. "The sun is shining and we're dancing through the park!" She broke away from the boys and twirled in place.

As she spun round and round, now moving forwards slightly, Mush and Blink walked, exhausted, behind her. "I don' know how she does it," Mush panted.

Blink rubbed one eye. "I don' know either."

"It's because she's like the freakin' Energizer Bunny."

Blink and Mush turned to see a semi-furious Camille and a flushed Racetrack making their way towards the trio. Mush blinked. "The what?"

"Never mind," Camille waved away his question, striding right up to Alicia and grabbing her arm. She came to a sudden halt, teetering a little in dizziness.

"Oh, hey! What's up your butt?" Alicia asked, still smiling. "I bet skipping would help you unwind." She glanced at Mush and Blink, then gestured to Camille. "Boys?"

"I don't want to skip," Camille replied flatly as Mush and Blink sighed in relief. Any more skipping and they were one-hundred percent sure their legs would fall off.

"But you love to skip," Alicia mumbled dejectedly.

Camille rolled her eyes. "It used to be enjoyable. Ya know, when we were, oh, I don' know, in the correct time period!"

Alicia snorted. "Chill. Maybe skipping is the way to get back! Like down a yellow brick road! Yeah! Hey! Guys! Where's the nearest yellow brick road?"

The three newsies looked at each other skeptically, and that's when Blink and Mush realized Racetrack's face was still red; their expressions clearly telling him to explain. Race threw his hands up. "That goil's insane!"

Camille crossed her arms. "Am not."

Race directed his finger in Camille's direction. "She got Spot ta throw a party t'night! Dunno how; dunno why; but she did it!"

Alicia jumped around, clapping rapidly. "Yes! I love parties! What's the theme?"

"Don' interrupt!" Race screamed, he was growing more frantic as the retelling went on, and Alicia's interjection had not helped. "And then, then, she slaps 'im hard across the face and says, nice as evah, 'See ya t'night Spot'! And she walks out the door!"

"Ya slapped Spot?!" Mush and Blink exclaimed in unison.

Camille looked away, grumbling, "He's an asshole."

"You do tend to fall for jerks," Alicia mused, rubbing her chin in thought.

"Thanks for the reminder," Camille snapped.

Alicia and Snitch were selling the afternoon edition, for Mush and Blink were able to pawn her off on the nervous, passive newsie, when a crochety old woman bumped into them, her weight sending the two tumbling onto the cobblestones.

"Oh! Terribly sorry!" the old woman shouted, as if they were deaf. "My sights been goin' lately, my dears."

"Madame Schleffel!" Alicia yelled in surprise, eyes wide. Snitch squeaked in fright; all he could think of was how Schleffel had stalked them in Manhattan that dark night the newsies were sent ahead in time.

Schleffel blinked a few times through milky eyes. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asked, still trying to get her ancient eyes to focus on them.

"Yeah, I'm Alicia and this is Snitch—"

"Bless you," Schleffel interrupted.

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You sneezed dear."

"I did?" Alicia looked confused and Snitch merely shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway," Alicia continued. "This is Snitch—"

"Salud!"

"What?" Alicia asked, cocking her head.

"That's 'bless you' in Spanish," Schleffel explained randomly.

"No!" Alicia was beginning to get frustrated with Madame Schleffel's poor hearing. "Snitch—"

"Gesundheit!"

"—is his name!"

Schleffel blinked a few times. "Oh. Oh I see."

"What language was that?" Snitch inquired from behind Alicia.

"German," Schleffel replied happily.

Alicia sighed, "We're—"

"Chip's friends!" Schleffel's face lit up, as if she had just won a million dollars. "Of course, I remember you. Now why are you still here? Hasn't Chip sent you back yet?"

"Camille's not a big fan of being called 'Chip'," Snitch pointed out, using a saying he had learned from Alicia that morning when she had declared she wasn't a 'big fan' of sharing bathrooms before booting every newsie out.

"Hmm, well, that's a shame," Schleffel thought out loud. "But you've really got to get back to your time period to balance things out."

Alicia bit her lip. "I dunno if Camille's ready to go…she's got a few things to work out."

Madame Schleffel cocked her head in confusion. "What do you mean? Chip isn't going back."

Alicia had been helping Snitch to his feet, but once Schleffel said Camille wouldn't be returning she let go of Snitch's hands, resulting in the boy falling back quite hard on his rump, and faced Schleffel.

"What?" Alicia hissed, eyes narrowing.

Schleffel waved her hand. "It's the only way."

Alicia spun around, jerking Snitch up off the ground and dragging him in the direction of the Lodging House. "Let's go Snitch."

"May your dreams come true!" Schleffel called after the two as they hurried through the noontime crowds, halting them just long enough to give her an odd look. "That's what they say in France for a sneeze!"

"I didn't think it was important," Camille lied, cringing away from Alicia's rage.

"Oh really? You didn't think it was important to mention to me that I'd be traveling back home by myself?" Alicia spat in the direction of what she decided was her ex-best friend.

"Please, Alicia, try to understand—"

"Oh, I understand! You wanted to be in charge, like always!"

"No!" Camille quickly stood from her chair. "No, I just didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd react like this!"

Alicia's face was burning. "Of course I'd react like this! I don't want to leave you behind…" she added quietly, staring at Camille with tear rimmed eyes.

Camille sighed, biting her lip. "Thanks," she finally whispered. "But I'll be fine."

Alicia nodded. "But what about me?"

Camille sniffed. "You'll probably forget all about me." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

Alicia pursed her lips, attempting a look of relief. "I'd never forget you."

Camille smiled crookedly. "Same to you."

"And neither will we."

The girls' heads snapped up to the doorway to see who had said those words. Blink, Mush, Racetrack, Snitch, and David were standing there, each with a different expression on their face. Blink was crying, insisting he had something in his eye, and Mush's lower lip was quivering. Racetrack was half-smiling, knowing hugs were on the way. Snitch was quiet as ever, but his eyes seemed to have grown three sizes, and he looked like a puppy. David looked absolutely distraught at the fact that Alicia would be leaving them. He had half a mind to ask if he could go with her.

"De ja vu?" Camille joked with Alicia.

Alicia grinned, bleary eyed, and opened her arms. There was a flood of newsies as they flocked around her. Camille stepped back to give them some privacy; shoving her hands into her pant pockets, she rocked back on her heels and watched the farewells.

Race appeared next to her, thumbs hooked on the pockets of his vest. "We'se all gonna miss 'er," he sighed, and Camille nodded in agreement. The newsboy rested a hand on her shoulder. "But ya sure you'se'll be able ta get along without 'er?" His eyes held genuine concern, and Camille fell into his embrace as she nodded.

"Of course I can," she whispered through tears. "I'se got you ta bother now."

They pulled away form each other, beaming. Camille bobbed her head in the direction of Alicia. "Now go say good-bye."

Race snickered and joined the group surrounding the girl.

"By the way," Alicia yelled over the boys, "I'm not leaving until after that party!"

Camille smirked, typical Alicia.

"That's why you're throwing this shindig?"

The newsies had left Camille and Alicia to themselves after an hour of emotional send-offs, and Aicia had just been informed of Camille's initial plan for the upcoming bash at the Brooklyn Lodging House.

"Yup," the girl nodded, a smile creeping onto her face.

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "You sure it's gonna work? I mean, this is Spot we're talking about. He may have a soft place in his heart for you, but for others, I'm not so sure…"

"Well it's gotta work," Camille insisted, trying to reassure herself in the process. "If it doesn't, life here is gonna suck even more when you're gone."

Alicia nodded, thinking. "Very true."

"So…you're going to help me, right?" Camille asked, although she was hoping she already knew the answer.

"Of course!" Alicia jumped up, hands on hips. "This very well might be the last plan we set in motion; I'm not missin' out on that."

Camille grinned. "Good."

Author's Note: So I'm pretty sure the next chapter is going to be the very last one, but like I said before, I want to rewrite this story so that it's better. However, it will not happen for quite some time [the rewrite that is]. In the meantime, leave a review! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever!!