And we're done! It's been a great ride (for me, at least…) and I want to thank anyone and everyone who has ever read even a little of this story. See you on the other side!

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or any of its characters, but I do own all others.

I was nervous to go to work the next day. I spent the whole morning thinking of what I would say to Caroline Woods – if I would acknowledge her help, if I would promise my lifetime service to her, if I would compliment her graciousness – but I still didn't know what to do by the time I arrived at the millinery.

Luckily for me, I didn't have to do much thinking because I was quickly rushed into the store to begin packing some hats away for special orders. I was about two hours into the packing when one of the assistants called to me.

"Isabel!" she shouted from across the room. "Ms. Woods wants you to buy a newspaper for her."

"Now?"

"Now!"

Grumbling, I left my task and went to the front door. I stood stock still, not daring to move. It was Jack and David, staring at me as if they had expected I would walk out the door at that precise moment.

I was particularly surprised at Jack's presence. Hadn't I seen him the day before when he was seemingly traveling towards distant adventures with the Governor of New York? Yet there he was, standing with David Jacobs, a paper in his hands just for me.

"Ya wanna buy a pape?" David was smiling as Jack spoke.

"Depends. How're the headlines?" I took another step closer to them.

"Oh, it's a good one today, miss," he said as he handed me the newspaper. "Somethin' 'bout a strike. Great read, I assure ya."

I raised my eyebrows and took the paper from his hands. As I flipped through the pages, I could feel myself grinning.

"I'll bet."

I walked back into the millinery and found Ms. Woods, sitting in her chair and working on an intricate beading detail for her newest hat order. I walked up and placed the newspaper on the table beside her.

"Isabel," she said as I began walking away. Was this it? Was she going to say something about the strike?

"Yes, Ms. Woods?"

"There is a delivery for Ms. Parker that I need you to run this afternoon. It's very important and she has been waiting a very long time for it."

"Yes, Ms. Woods."

She raised her eyes on slightly to look at me. "You won't be late, now will you, Isabel?"

"Of course not, Ms. Woods." She nodded and I walked away.

I didn't know whether to throw my hands up or smile. So when I was far enough away, I did both.

It was going to be a good day.