It was a summer night in New York city, 1899. Spot was smoking outside the lodging house, just taking a moment for himself. The rest of the newsies were already sleeping, but he liked to take these moments to get some peace and quite. Suddendly he sees you walking in fast pace, down the street. You looked lost and out of place. You were wearing a dress that was already a bit dirty but it made it clear from the way you carried yourself that you came from money. Spot was curious as to why someone like you would be alone in the street dressed like that and how you ended up there.

Spot: hoy, you alright? Need some help?

You look at him for a moment not sure what to do. You shouldnt talk to strangers but this boy doesnt seem like he wants to hurt you...at least you dont think so