"We've got Cowboy now." a voice outside said. "Blink! hide!" Blink stood there looking confused "NOW!" Pack Rat yelled. Blink ran and hid in the curtins. "'ey! Morris lookie who I found." Oscar sneered. Blink held his breath. "Ah, there the bugger is. Shoulda known you was hidin' out wid those street rats." Morris said. There was some scuffling. "Dey ain't street rats!" Pack Rat yelled "any more 'n you'se a gentelman." Oscar tisked. "They even got you talkin' like them." one of them sighed "Oscar. we don't have time for this. Have Snyder put her in the wagon." Snyder?! Jack's in trouble! "I'se ain't goin' wid you." There was a groan, followed by another. "Get 'er" Oscar moaned. She may be a Delancy by blood but she sure ain't nothin' like 'em There was more scuffling. "Put her in the wagon" It was Weasel. "I ain't goin' wid you!" Pack Rat shouted again. There was a dragging sound "Shara, your coming with us if we have to tie you in the house." Shara? ack Pack Rat's, or Shara's, voice got more and more faint cries of "I ain't goin' wid you" and "Leave them alone echoed in Blink's ears. He heard moving in the lobby again. Then silence. Once he was sure every one was gone Blink stepped out from the curtain. Suddenly the Lobby was filled with Newsboys scattered all around Jack came running down the stairs. Blink runs outside with Jack to make sure he gets away safely. They are surounded by cops. One rides by on a horse. Blink pulls him down. When Jack tries to help Blink yells at him "Beat it!" and he watches as Jack runs away. The last thing Blink remembers is getting hit in the face with a night stick, his last thoughts: Please let Jack and Shara be ok.

(sorry the chapters are getting so short, I'm starting to run out of ideas)