Three weeks passed. Raindrop sold papes every day, after Spot spent the morning teaching her to fight. She also learned to swim. That had been an experience like no other. Two weeks after Raindrop arrived in Brookyln, Beverly came by, with the news that she had been released from jail and had been found innocent. She had left to go find an apartment in Manhattan. Mush, Race, and Blink and visted a few times in the beginning, but other things had kept them away after a week or so after Mush's first visit. Raindrop was throughly wrapped up in her new life, and did whatever she could to keep those feelings of loneliness, and sadness supressed. She rarely thought about her old life, unable to handle the feelings that went with it. She also began to become very close with Spot. They never told each other what they were thinking, but despite that, they had a close friendship and were almost always together. That was a big change in Spot's life. The Brooklyn newsies went from seeing their cold leader eat alone, sleep alone, sell alone, and virtually live alone to being with the brown haired girl who was so much like Spot himself. And yet neither had changed outwardly. Spot was still cold and seemingly unfeeling. And Raindrop never showed how she felt. They just did it together. The only time they weren't together was when they sold. And with every day Raindrop was there they became more like eachother. Spot laughed more with the boys (When only his newsies where around, not others.) and Raindrop was colder and more distant underneath her happy and funny personality.

Raindrop sat on a crate one morning with Spot. A short, younger newsie ran up to them.

"Spot! Kelly's comin'!" Spot nodded.

"Awright. Go keep an eye on 'im, Deer." Raindrop looked at Spot.

"'e's pro'ly heah about me." Spot frowned.

"I know." In a few minutes Jack walked up to them. Spot and Raindrop's faces were like masks.

"Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick." Spot said, without moving.

"Hey Spot, hey Raindrop," Jack said. Raindrop nodded at Jack. They climbed down off the crate and looked at him.

"Whadd'ya heah fer, Jacky-boy?" Spot asked. Jack shifted his weight.

"It's like dis, Spot. Raindrop's been heah fer a real long time. If she don' know how ta fight yet, I'se not shoah she evah will." Spot interupted him.

"Git to yer point."

"Soma ah da boys t'ink it's time she comes back, an' I t'ink dey's right."

"Oh yeah? Yeah?" glared Spot, "Come off dis Jacky-boy. Foist ya insist I teach 'er, an' den when it's takin' longah den ya like, ya come heah an' demand she comes back. She ain't leavin' until I'se done, 'r she wants ta go." Jack looked at him.

"How good is she right now?" Spot shrugged.

"As good as most ah da Brooklyn newsies, maybe bettah. Not only does she fight real well, she comes up with all sorts ah ways ta distract 'er opponent. Trick's says she's an expoit at sellin', an' she's equal ta da rest ah da Brooklyn newsies in every uddah way, includin' swimmin'."

"Den why ain't ya ready fer 'er ta leave?" Spot shrugged.

"We's been woikin' an some stuff tageddah, an' we ain't done yet." Jack raised his eyebrows.

"Such as?" he asked. Spot looked at him seriously.

"Such as whether Italian spaghetti can be improved." Raindrop had to smother her laughter. They had returned to Pierre's resteraunt several times since their first visit, and the last time they spent the time discussing whether the food could at all be improved. Raindrop insisted it couldn't, but Spot was convinced Pierre had it in him to come up with something better. Jack looked at him, totally confused.

"Kin I talk ta Raindrop alone fer a minute?" he asked. Spot shrugged and moved away. He watched them from a ways away. It was pretty obvious Jack was going to convince her to go back to Manhattan.

It ain't like she's one ah yer newsies anyhow. He told himself. Ya knew she was only goin' ta be heah fer awhile, an' you'se jist mad 'cause ya know Jack's right, an' ya ain't got a real reason fer 'er stay stay.

Jack took Raindrop aside.

"Hey, I know Spot's kinda opinonated, but since you'se been heah fer awhile, I'se shoah you'se kin convince 'im yer ready ta come back, right?" Raindrop looked up at him with a blank expression. Jack looked at her without showing his surprise.

She don' jist look like one ah da Brookyln newsies, she acts like one ah dem too.

"Dat's da t'ing Jack. I ain't shoah I want ta go back at all." Jack stared at her in shock.

"What're ya talkin' about?!" She shrugged indifferently.

"I'se been heah awhile an' I like it. I'se gotta lota good friends heah." Jack glared at her.

"Yeah? Well ya gotta lota good friends back in Manhattan too. I can t'ink of t'ree right off dat're gonna be real upset if ya don' come back." Raindrop didn't say anything. Jack sighed.

"Will ya at least t'ink about it?" Raindrop nodded reluctantly. Jack nodded.

"Awright, good. I'll be back in t'ree days." Raindrop nodded again. Jack was about to ask her how she had been, but a newsie he didn't recognise yelled to Raindrop from the water.

"Hey Raindrop! Ya comin' in 'r not?!" Raindrop grinned.

"I'se coming, Tricks!" She kicked off her shoes and took off her hat and jumped in, laughing. Jack watched her for a moment, until Spot came back over.

"She don' wanna come back," he said, "Acts like she don' even remembah da boys. I'se comin' back in t'ree days. She said she'd t'ink about it," He looked at Spot hard. "Conlon, why doesn't she want to come back?" Spot shrugged.

"Maybe she jist likes Brooklyn more den Manhattan." Jack rolled his eyes.

"No kiddin'. But why?" Spot flashed him a grin and walked off, leaving Jack alone.

When all of the newsies returned to the Lodging House that night Jack told them about his visit to Brooklyn. He sighed.

"She don' wanna come back." They all stared at him in shock.

"Are you'se shoah?" Race finally asked. Jack nodded.

"Yeah, she said it to me 'erself." Kid Blink stood up.

"I'se gonna have a little talk wit Conlon." Jack stopped him.

Dat won't do ya any good, Blink. Conlon don' want 'er leavin' any more den she wants too. None ah Brooklyn wants 'er ta go. I ast 'er ta t'ink about it, an' she said she would. I'se goin back in t'ree days."

"Does Spot know why?" Race asked. Jack shrugged.

"I dunno. I ast 'im, but 'e just grinned. Wethah dat means sumpt'in' 'r not I dunno. Hard ta tell wit 'im." He sighed.

"Da whole t'ing was real weahd. Raindrop didn' act like she remembahd any ah us. Acted jist like one ah dose Brooklyn newsies. Real distant an' she didn't show any emotion. Dat part ain't so new, but she looked ready ta clobbah anyone in an instant too." Mush sighed and stood up. He climbed out the window and up the fire escape to the roof. The rest of the newsies watched him. Specs shook his head.