Hi! This might be long, but I have to adress something. The Broadway muscial veresion of Newsies. Did you read the article? Why are we excited for this? First off, they are starting our beloved musical with Sante Fe. That is a bit out of order. They are adding in a character, a girl reporter, and who knows what they'll do with her. And you're favorite small characters are likely to be cut. Like Dutchy, Skittery, Swifty, Boots, Tumbler, or Bumlets. And I like my side characters! Very much! Sorry. I'm one of those poeple who read Harry Potter then watched the movies, and was like 'Where's all the good stuff at? Didn't they miss something? Where did that come from?' Yeah, so now that that rant is over with...

Thank you Mayarin and bethyhope, my reviewers from last chapter!

Here we go...

I woke up from the senseless shapes, shivering on a hard surface. I didn't like this feeling. It wasn't right at all.

All I could think of doing was walking. Where didn't matter. But I was going somewhere. I felt a bit hungry, and I knew instinctively to give my body something.

I didn't process that the boys had thrown me out. I just wanted comfort.

There was a man selling apples at a stand. I stood and watched him for awhile. He spoke to me, but I did not understand. Eventually he turned away, seeming exasperated.

I took one of the apples and walked off. I'd had one before, so I knew I could eat it. If he saw me, he didn't chase me.

I continued walking, observing the men and woman and children as I bit into my treat repeatedly. I saw the hats with feathers and frills on dresses, comparing them to my own clothes, a dress with minimum frill and a brown jacket. There wasn't anything wrong with my own clothes, even the boots you could see peeking out from under my dress.

All I did was walk. The city was unfamiliar, but I could sense danger after a certain point. I crossed a bridge. This bridge fascinated me. I did not know what it was, or where it would take me, just that I could continue walking through the flow of people.

Everything seemed darker here. The alleys, the buildings, the look in people's eyes. No one's eyes were as bright as Blink's or Mush's. Except for those other boys, shouting like they had been. Holding those curious bundles under their arms.

I found a dock, and I sat there for a while. I stared at the water, transfixed. I remembered this substance. I had flown over it while my back screamed in protest. I had drunk something like this, it had made me feel better, and I hadn't had any for about a day now.

After I finished watching the water, I watched the boys jumping into it. They gave me odd looks, and a few tried to speak to me. Of course, I didn't respond.

Even the boy on the tower came down, asking my name. When I responded, '116', he looked at me curiously, then climbed back up to his seat, watching the others with pride and satisfaction.

Then came people I had seen before. They walked with a purpose. I knew two of them, their faces had watched me the night before. The other was new, but I catalogued him immediately.

The boy on the tower came down and greeted them. The boy with the bandana exchanged a few words with him, as well as the nervous looking one. The smaller boy stayed off to the side, amused.

After a conversation, the nervous looking boy's eyes fell on me. He motioned towards the blond boy, who turned quickly, finding me. I stared at him. The smaller boy seemed most welcoming in his gaze. I found myself getting up and walking towards him, towards someone who looked friendly enough to try to tell me what was happening.

He wasn't much taller than me, closer to my size than many of the people I had seen today. I looked at him curiously, waiting for his name. When I didn't get one, I pointed to myself and whispered '116'. He understood, and gestured to himself, saying 'Boots'. I tried the name on my tongue. When I could finally pronounce it, I grinned and turned to the others.

The blond boy was Jack and the nervous one was David. They pointed out 'Spot' as well. Once I could say their names I nodded to myself before feeling the urge to move once more. So I did what I could think of doing. I ran back, the way I'd come.

I heard Boots laugh and chase me. Jack and David were laughing as well, but only Jack ran after us. David remained behind. I ran for a mile or so before I stopped abruptly, watching Boots skid beside me. I let out a strange noise, my approximation of a laugh. It was really more of a whispered giggle.

We walked the rest of the way. David caught up to us, laughing as he did. I was smiling.

Once they reached their lodging house, I stayed outside. The other boys went in, either not noticing or not caring.

I sat on the step for a while, people watching yet again. That woman has curls the same color as t he dock. That man has eyes the same color as the water. That woman's dress is the same color as the sky.

Boots came out a few minutes later. He asked me a question and I stared blankly.

He sighed and sat down next to me. "Food?" I questioned. I was hungry again, and I knew what fixed that feeling. He stared at me for a while before saying "No." I simply looked back out at the people.

"Walk?" I asked. Once again he looked at me before getting up.

"Yes." We got up and walked together, down some streets and back up them.

"Run?"

"No."

I tried for a better one. "Fly?"

He stopped. I turned quickly to see him walking quickly the other way.

"Fly?" I asked again, following him.

"No!"

I continued to follow him, even into the building this time. As anger steamed on his face, curiosity boiled on mine. Why was he so angry?

Once I was inside, the winds were gone and it was more peaceful. At least weather wise. Boots went up the stairs angrily, and I continued with no hesitation. Upstairs, Another boy approached Boots with a grin on his face, talking so fast the syllables seemed more jumbled than usual. His hair was the same color as that apple I'd eaten.

When the boy noticed me, he froze. So did all the other boys that had noticed me.

I poked Boots in the back, hard. When I had his attention, I shot him a questioning look.

"No." He said.

"Yes." I said eagerly, liking it in there.

"No."

"Yes."

"Walk."

"Run." I was not about to let him win.

"Walk."

"Fly."

He didn't respond. I walked over to the window and looked up and out, at the clear sky. I yearned for it. I couldn't have it.

"116?" A voice asked after heavy footfalls made their way up stairs.

"Mush." I said happily, running to him. I wrapped my skinny arms around his thick frame. He was still as stone. "Blink?" I asked, looking up at him.

I removed myself from him and sat at his feet. I watched his face as the expressions moved through shock, concern, and thoughtful. It landed on thoughtful and stuck there for a while.

Wishing he would say something I understood, I got up and walked around the room. I passed a door. That room was about to be explored.

It was the washroom. A mirror hung from the wall, not that I knew what it was. As I walked to it, a girl my height approached me. She had blonde hair her eyes were gray. She wore the same outfit I did, but I could only see her face. The rest of her wasn't there.

It was terrifying. I screamed.

I didn't run or move at all. I just stared at the head.

Mush entered the room slowly. He looked at what I was looking at. Immediately, Mush head was there with the girls. I turned to see Mush behind me as well. Suddenly, nothing made sense.

Mush grabbed my hand and brought it to my ear. The girl got a hand put to her ear. She was copying me!

"116." Mush whispered, pointing at the girl. The girl was me? Mush traced the outline of the reflective slate saying 'mirror'. Mirrors showed people themselves. Mush lifted me up, so I saw the rest of me too.

My hair reached my knees, it was much longer than other hair I'd seen, and it was tangled and slightly dirty. My eyes reminded me of the time I was shown rain. My eyes were the color of rain. I wasn't that much smaller than Boots or the boy with the apple hair.

When Mush tried to put me down I held onto him with one hand, and took off my jacket with the other. I spread my wings, staring at myself, smiling as I did.

I was an angel.

Yes, this is set during the strike. No, that wasn't my original plan.

Anyway...Review contest because I feel like it!

Tell how you feel about the musical. Personally I feel like they will mutilate my beloved story, characters, hot actors, and songs. They haven't released who's playing Spot yet though...

Either way, tell me things. Construcitve critism is nice as well.

Thank you.

Flying Out.

Monkey Cerebrum