"I've said it before and I'll say it again, I mean what I say. We're gonna prove he ain't guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt. I dunno how we're gonna do it, but we are. Why'm I 'splainin' it to you? Get some sleep." I felt the exhaustion setting in and all but collapsed on the floor to try and catch sleep. She went in the other room and the last thing I remembered was staring at the ceiling and making myself comfortable on the floor of my terrorized 'home'.

After several disturbing dreams and waking in a cold sweat, morning came too quickly, but it was welcomed. Monkey had some breakfast, for lack of a better term, but I was too wracked to eat, it wouldn'tve stayed down anyhow. I was trying to think of the best way to travel through Manhattan without getting myself killed. At that moment, it didn't seem to matter either way, but I was sure I'd regret dying later on, so I had to figure a way around it. The idea hit me rather quickly and I changed into the dress I'd been given at the school. With my hair down, nobody would recognize me. Skweeker McCain never wore a dress. Nobody would recognize me, and as for McCartney, she could wear my present clothes, nobody'd recognize her in them. Oh, I was such a genius. She wasn't done eating yet, but I was already changed and threw my pants and shirt at her, almost yelling "Get into 'em now, we're goin' t'Manhattan."

"Are you crazy?" She shouted, food still in her mouth.

"Ain't polite to talk witcher mouth full a food," I replied and went and stood by the door. "C'mon, ain't got all day."

"I dunno about this one, it's dangerous."

"Got a better idea? Move it!" She finished putting the shirt on and I grabbed her by the arm and nearly dragged her down the stairs outside into the streets and backalleys of the city.

Navigating them was easy, navigating around people was the trick. She complained and griped the whole time, or at least I think she did, but when we finally entered Manhattan, sweaty and exhausted, I began to wish I hadn't left the Bronx. But, I dunno who said it, but if wishes was horses, beggars would ride, so I tossed it aside and dealt with the matter at hand. I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know where to start, if you want the honest truth, I forgot what I set out to do in the first place. I was just exhausted and ready to fall asleep on the curbside, though that wouldn't be very comfortable. Then I realized I hadn't said more than 4 words to Monkey the whole time. I don't even remember if she said anything to me, she might have. I was almost desperate for something to eat right then, but going to get anything was absolutely out of the question, so I led her to an alley with two exits and we sat in the middle. I don't know if we had a conversation, I don't know if I fell asleep, I don't know if she went to get food, but all I remembered was that at one point two people entered that alley from the far end. I kept my head hung, but eyes up to see who it was and if they were any threat. McCartney stared at 'em all wide-eyed and obvious like. My heart skipped a beat when they came closer and I recognized the faces and the characteristic gaits of the two. Why did fate have to play with coincidences and send Jack Kelly and Racetrack Higgins down that alley, the only one in the world that we were sitting in? I hated fate right then. But I didn't make a move or do anything I wasn't doing before they came. They would never notice me unless I said something or did something to draw attention. Hell, they didn't even look at us when they passed by. I almost laughed out loud. Monkey poked me in the arm and whispered rather loudly before they were out of earshot, "McCain, that's them!"

They heard it, too. They heard it and turned around. Stupid girl, I nearly backhanded her right there, but I was too busy scrambling to my feet when Jack turned around and questioned loudly and fiercely, "McCain?!"

He charged back at us and I was barely to my feet and began running. Racetrack instinctively chased after Monkey because, well, she was there and it was something for him to do. I ran into the twisted alleyways, avoiding main streets at all costs. I should have gone into a main street and lost him, but that didn't hit me until the concrete did. I ran and exhaustion was setting in again, I made a right and Monkey made a left, stupid girl, I wanted to backhand her again, but I couldn't, I was running. That was our fatal mistake, becoming split up. The chances of meeting up again were slim, but again, I didn't think of that until the concrete hit me. Jack continued on my tail until I couldn't breathe anymore or run any longer and just collapsed onto the concrete alleyway. He was going to soak me and I knew it and all I could do was lay there and watch.