In the morning I woke up in the fire escape.

"You fell asleep out here." I heard.

I turned around and saw Racetrack sitting next to me.

"Hey Race. How long have you been out here?"

"I stayed out here with you last night."

"How sweet!" I said.

He looked at me.

"How were your dreams?"

I laughed. I was trying to forget about last night. I really didn't want to think about it!

"I should get ready." I said.

"Yeah."

I went inside and changed out of my fancy dress and into my old ragged clothing. I folded up my dress and put it into the box Sally gave me at the I walked back into the wash room. I looked at my face in the mirror, I looked terrible! My makeup had run and and it was all over my face, I had dark circles under my eyes and my hair was a mess! I was able to wash off all of the makeup and fixed my hair. That made a difference. I went to go get my papers.

I got fifty and walked to my regular spot. I felt so tired and worn out. At least the rally got in the papers. It wasn't the headline but it was still there (page nine). I'd just sold all my papers when I started to think... That doll was mine! It had to be mine! Who would dress it in he exact same dress? I needed to go somewhere that may spark my memories. That was what I needed to do! I went across the Brooklyn Bridge not stoping to think. I walked to Sheepshead Bay. I finely saw Spot selling newspapers.

"Spot." I called.

"Faith what the hell are you doing here?" He asked.

"I know you told me not to come here by myself. I need you to help me."

"With what?"

"You said today we could go to Staten Island. I want to go to my old house."

"How do you know that nobody lives there?"

"My father still owns it. But from what I hear he just uses it as a summer house for him and his new wife." I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Even if he is there I just want to see the house. Please!"

"Fine."

"Thank you Spot." I kissed him on the cheek.

"We'll take the ferry, I'll pay for the both of us."

"What about the rest of your papers?" I asked. He had about twenty left.

"I'll sell them on our way."

To get to the ferry we had to go back to Manhattan and go to the ferry. Spot was lucky to sell all of his papers on the way. It only took some time to get onto the ferry. By the time we did an hour had passed. I felt like nothing had changed. Last night never happened. Spot and I were just friends...

"I hate boats." Spot mumbled to himself.

"Why?"

"I don't know. What about you?"

"I haven't been on one since I was small."

"Anyway what makes you want me to break into this house?"

"Don't put it like that. It sounds illegal."

"It is illegal."

"Well it's my house, I can do what I want."

"It was your house ." He laughed.

I laughed too. He held my hand.

"Spot I want to thank you." I said.

"Don't worry about it."

"No Spot really! Your so sweet and you at lest deserve a thank you."

"I'm just trying to make it up to you."

"You didn't have to do this though."

"What else was I going to do?"

I shrugged.

"I'm not just going to tell you to leave me the hell alone." He said.

Spot looked at me with a smile on his face. The boat stopped.

"Where's the house?" Spot asked.

"I'll take you there." I said.

We walked through the streets. I saw familiar sights almost everywhere and so I held Sots hand tightly.

"Are you okay?"Spot would ask every now and than.

"I'm fine." I'd always answer.

I was glad Spot was watching out for me. It made me happy to know somebody I cared so much about cared about me. We finely reached the house.

"Here it is." I said.

"This is where you lived?" He asked.

"Yeah why."

"I just thought it would be bigger." He joked.

Spot tried opening the door.

"Locked." He said.

I tried to remember where my father kept a spare key...

"The bushes!" I shouted.

"Wait, what?"

"My dad would keep a spare key in the bushes. He thought that under the mat was to obvious."

I walked over to the bush. I felt around. Sure enough there was a key in the bush. I handed Spot the key. He unlocked the door.

"After you." He said holding the door open.

I walked in. Almost everything was the same! Nothing had changed. It was almost as if I was five again. I feel emotions rushing back and tears coming to my eyes.

"Faith are you okay?" Spot asked.

I nodded. I blinked my tears away. I ran upstairs. Memories flooded back. I held back my tears. I went to my room.

"Exactly as I left it." I said to myself.

I sat down on my old bed. I looked around. I saw my little dolls lined up on a table. They all were there but one! The doll in the orange dress! The one from my mother was gone... I started digging through draws. It was to be somewhere. I thought.

"Faith I want to talk to you." Spot said.

I turned around. He was standing in the doorway. I went back to what I was doing.

"What is it Spot?"

"Are we just going to act like last night never happened?"

"Well everybody else seems to be." I said "Even Jack is-"

"Thats not what I'm talking about." Spot said.

I turned. I knew what he meant. I didn't know what to say... I'd wanted to ask him this all day. I stood and walked over to him.

"Spot... I don't know." I said.

"Faith I love you." He said.

He looked so serious. Not like last night. He brushed my cheek. His touch was so warm. He leaned in. He kissed me slowly. His arms wrapped around me. I'd kissed boys before but never like that. This one was so perfect and passionate. I loved Spot and he loved me.

"How about we get out of here?" Spot said.

"Yeah, I just want to look for one more thing." I said.

I went into my fathers room. It was the only room that was completely changed. The once blue room was now white. Above the bed was a painting of my father and his new wife. I wanted to rip it off the wall and tear it to shreds! I search the room for my doll. I looked through the draws. But it wasn't a doll I found, it was something else...