The sounds of the newsies getting up slightly roused Raindrop, considering how loudly they were yelling. Jack shook Raindrop repeatedly until she fell out of bed.

"Get up, get up, sleepy!" he teased, "Youse can' jist sleep da day away!" Raindrop shoved him away, promising to get up. Once left alone she fell asleep again. Ten or fifteen minutes later a bucket of icy cold water shocked her awake. She leaped up, ready to thrash the first person she got ahold of.

"Ya bum! I'll soak ya fer dat! I'll soak ya so bad youse won't see da light o' day again!" She stopped suddenly, noticing there were only three people left in the room. Race stood in front of her with an empty bucket. Mush leaned on the doorway, looking longingly towards his bed. And Kid Blink was doubled over laughing.

"Naw, I t'ink youse da one dat's soaked!" he gasped. Raindrop looked at herself. She was soaked. A glint appeared in her eyes and her voice was instantly coated with sugar. She suavely walked towards Blink and then hugged him.

"Soaked..." she mused, "I'se glad I'se ain't da only one." Race and Mush laughed and Blink stood looking at her as if he couldn't believe she had actually done it. He turned and walked into the washroom. In a moment Raindrop followed him. A few minutes later they walked back out, carrying a washtub with water in it between them. Race stood with his back towards the two, talking to Mush. They lifted the tub and dumped it's contents over Race. Race yelped in surprise and shock from the cold water. Half an hour later the foursome walked out of the Lodging House all wearing dry clothes, and all with wet hair.

Winston Pickett walked quickly down the darker streets of New York. He was being followed. He knew who was too. That little Allen kid. One of the twins. He ducked into an alley and waited for the kid to pass him. It was neccessary to remove the remaining children in the Allen family. They were the only witnesses. Time seemed to stand still. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind. His assasin's hands closed around his neck, tighter and tighter.

Raindrop climbed into bed that night. Mush, Race, and Blink had picked up their papes after their water fight (which had left the bunk room and the washroom covered in water) and they all had gone to the Sheepshead Races for the day, since Raindrop had had nothing else to do for the day. None of them got much selling done, but they had immensly enjoyed themselves, and Raindrop was as close with them as they were with each other. Kloppman sent Skittery after them when he found the mess in the Lodging House. Instead of dinner they had to spend their time cleaning up the mess. Some of the newsies came back from dinner early to help, including Jack and Skittery. Jack had walked in and stared in amazement.

"Did youse try ta make yer own pond in 'ere 'r sumt'in'?!" Race threw a wet towel at him, and told him to shut up, not in the best mood for missing dinner. What developed was another ruckus, if not quite as wet as the first one. The end result was a somewhat dryer Lodging House. The floor was still rather damp, and several of the boys had old patched blankets, as their own were wet. And four guilty newsies went to bed wearing borrowed clothes because they had nothing dry left to wear. During the clean up Jack pulled Raindrop aside.

"Hey, so youse find yer sistah?" She nodded.

"Yeah, I found 'er. Why?" Jack shrugged and shifted his weight.

"Well, ya said ya was jist heah while ya loiked fer 'er-" Raindrop cut him off.

"Now dat I did youse kickin' me out? I t'ought you'se all was different den most folks. I guess I'se wrong." She jerked away from his grip and walked to the door. Jack sighed heavily and called her back. She turned around, eyes flashing.

"I was jist gonna ask ya," Jack said, "If ya wanted to be a newsie like da rest o' us." Raindrop looked at him for awhile and finally turned towards the door again.

"I don' t'ink so Jack," she said quietly.

"Why not?" Mush asked, "If ya leave den we won' see youse. But you'se could be a newsie and sell wit me 'n' Blink, 'n' Race." Skittery rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, jist what we need, another one o' dese idiots." Raindrop glared at him.

"We ain't idiots!"

"So den you'll stay?" Jack asked. Raindrop looked back up at Jack.

"Goils ain't newsies, Jack," she said. Racetrack walked up and looked her over.

"Well," he said, "Yer dressed like a newsie...and ya talk like a newsie...ya live wit da newsies...ma'am, I do believe ya are one."

"Bet she can't fight," Skittery interupted.

"What's da mattah wit you! Ya stupid 'r sumpt'in'?! Don'cha wann'er ta stay?" Blink glared at Skittery. Skittery shrugged.

"If she's gonna be a newsie, she has to fight." Jack frowned.

"'e's right, Blink." Jack looked at Raindrop.

"Can ya fight?" She shook her head. Jack frowned, mutter to himself for a few minutes. At last he came up with something.

"Well, we kin send 'er ta Brooklyn. Dey'll teach 'er ta fight." Race's eyes widened.

"Are you insane?! Dey'll send back another one ah does walkin' demons if dey don' kill 'er foist!" Jack laughed.

"Dey ain't demons, Race. An' if anyone can teach 'er ta fight, dey can." Race opened his mouth to say something, but Jack ignored him.

"She ain't as strong as some ah da scabbahs out der so she needs ta be twice as tough." Mush kicked a bed post.

"Odd way ah loikin' at it, Jack." Jack looked at the three, all glaring at the floor.

"What's da mattah wit you'se? I t'ought ya wanted 'er ta stay. What's da mattah wit you'se?" They shrugged. Finally Mush spoke up.

"We jist don' want 'er in Brooklyn. Dat's all." Jack looked hard at them all.

"Why? Nevah had a problem wit Spot before." Race shrugged uncomfortably.

"Spot Conlon don' need da chance ta fool around wit 'er." Jack shoved him.

"Is dat what dis is about?! Ya bums! Ya t'ink I'd send 'er ta Brooklyn if I t'ought he'd do dat?" Raindrop folded her arms and cleared her throat.

"Do any o' you'se care what I t'ink?" They all looked at her.

"I'se stayin' heah. And if Jack t'inks I should go ta Brooklyn, den I will." Race looked at the floor and then back up at her.

"Well, den I guess der's only one t'ing left ta do. All da new newsies have ta get soaked so's dey're one ah us." He grinned and began pelting her with wet towels. She shrieked and dodged the towels, falling over Blink. The rest of the group toppled after her, all of them landing in a pile.

Late into the night the Brooklyn Newsboy's Lodging House was lit. Four or five newsies sat playing a game of poker, including Spot Conlon. Others lazed around doing various things. Suddenly the door swung open and a boy stormed in. Spot stood up slowly and eyed him.

"You ain't one ah me newsies," he said, "And ya ain't one ah da uaddah newsies. So who are ya, what 're ya doin' heah, and give me ah reason not ta soak ya right now." The boy had a half-crazed look on his face.

"I'm loiking for a goil. A goil named Lissa Allen. She's about my height, long brown hair, green eyes...have you seen her?! I have to find her, right now!" Spot looked at the boy.

"No. I haven't seen 'er. Have any ah you'se?" he asked the rest of the newsies. They shook their heads. The boy walked forward and grabbed Spot's shirt.

"Ya gotta find her for me!" he begged, "Ya gotta find her!" Spot punched the boy in the jaw and then shoved the him, sending him across the room. Spot walked to him and made a fist.

"If der's one t'ing dat you gotta know in Brooklyn it's dat youse nevah tell Spot Conlon what ta do, and ya nevah, evah touch 'im. Now git out. Ya jist might live aftah all." The boy looked at him in horror.

"You-you're Spot Conlon? I'm sorry Spot, I'm real sorry!" He turned and ran out of the building. Spot turned around and looked at the rest of the newsies who had all been silently watching.