"Ahhhhh!" came the voice of a rather excited and, perhaps, rather insane teenage girl. The tourists passing through shook their heads, eying her with suspicions of lunacy before remembering this was New York City and moving on. After all, there was a man who frequented the streets dressed like Superman and who could forget Abortion Woman? What was so strange about a sixteen year old shouting off the Brooklyn Bridge?

However, those closest to said teenage girl rolled their eyes, and one in particular grabbed her and pulled her from the edge. "Thanks for that little trip to 1899, Boots, but now we interrupt your broadcast day with reality. People are staring," Lindsay pointed out, Sarah laughing despite it as the group they were with tried to avoid the girl and the looks she was getting.

As Sarah burst into laughter, Cassie was unable to keep from joining in. So much for acting her age…Who wanted to act twenty-four anyway? Certainly no Newsies fan. And Newsies fans they were, three of a group of seven who had chanced upon each other in a rally of sorts to the city that started it all.

"If we're done yelling down bridges, we have, like, forty places to cover in the next day and I don't want to be stuck in Tribeca after midnight when we're staying in Midtown," Carrie interrupted, talking quietly to Nikita and Rachel as Brittney took turns playing the tour guide and playing a Liza Minnelli impersonator…or just insulting whoever she fancied.

It was an odd group, to be sure, but, such came from the Newsies world, along with a unified obsession for the time period. "Relax, we've got the museum thing to go to and-" Nikita started, before suddenly being interrupted, hitting into a suddenly stagnant Brittney. "Uh…I'm walking here?"

"Thank you, De Niro…Was that De Niro? Oh well, it's De Niro to me," Carrie replied, before looking in the direction Brittney was. "What the hell? Britt…Remember? One foot in front of the other."

"Shut up, Stretch," was all she replied with, which certainly spelled distracted, grabbing the nearest person and dragging them toward a shop, leaving the others no choice but to follow. "This wasn't here last time and…It looks so…"

"Are You Afraid of the Dark?" Carrie replied, looking at the tiny magic shop, wondering what in the hell was so special about the place. It looked more…Oh, shiny. Never mind, this worked as a break between Newsies landmarks.

"Not since I was twelve," Lindsay retorted, a bit sardonically as if it were a question as opposed to a television reference, looking around with the rest. She passed through shelves containing various liquids and thought it better to avoid reading the ingredients, and wasn't the only one intrigued, if not a little creeped out, by the store's merchandise. Rachel stared at something, trying to figure out what the heck it was before realizing it, quite possibly, wasn't anything at all, and yet couldn't take her eyes off of it.

As each girl glanced down the cramped aisles and on the dusty shelves, Sarah whispered something about it looking like something out of a bad music video when suddenly a woman appeared behind her, nearly causing her to have a stroke then and there.

Something I can help you find?" the woman asked, seemingly not even noticing Sarah's shock and the discomfort that followed.

"Yeah, my stomach…You kind of made it jump out of my throat just now," she replied, shaking it off, Rachel finally tearing her eyes off of the…thing…but only to finally get the question answered as to what it was. Then she could move on. Then it wouldn't plague her. What in the hell…She had to ask.

"Umm…Ma'am…What-" she was cut off, the woman swooping over to her and replying, almost massaging the darn thing as she lifted it up from the shelf.

"This gives you whatever you want…Anything you want."

"Uh, great…but what is it?" she continued, obviously not pleased with a simple answer of what it was, and a hokey one at that. Anything you want? Right. And so did a wishbone.

The woman stared at her for a moment, at a loss of what to say to such disregard for the object's abilities. Her shoulder slumped a bit before she once again tried to be enigmatic, waving it around a bit in front of Rachel's face, the other girls stifling laughter or hide looks of surprise. What the hell had this woman been drinking?

"No one knows. It's centuries old and-"

"You know, I had a pet rock that looked like that once," Nikita interrupted, obviously not amused. "It was centuries old too…Funny, it never gave me any wishes. Probably why I had it impounded and put to sleep."

Smirking in return, the woman handed it to Sarah, who seemed the most eager of the seven to listen to the story. "Whatever you wish…" she repeated, the brunette looking at the small, morphed stony thing in her palm.

As Sarah looked it over, Brittney arched her eyebrow, whispering in Carrie's ear, "I'm half expecting her to say her name is Sardo."

"No, Missus," Carrie replied with a smile.

"Accent on the 'do'," the Minnelli wannabe finished, before biting her tongue as Sarah too seemed to become disinterested with the woman and her constant talks of wonder and…stuff.

"You know, I might as well wish for us to live the movie with as much as even I believe her at this point," Sarah said to Lindsay as the woman left them to think it over, glancing every now and then at the group of girls. She'd convince them…

Cassie laughed at the thought, taking her newsie cap out of her bag and sending the other girls a wink. "Well, she said whatever you want will come true. We might as well be prepared."

"You look like a dork," Carrie jabbed good-humoredly, grabbing the girl's cap off her head and rushing out the door, the others not far behind. They had other sites to see that were more time-period and Newsies appropriate. And, as the woman in the store started to laugh, it was apparent they had no idea how time-period and Newsies appropriate things would get.