Your a DeLancey, Oscar and Morris’s younger brother you where walking to the gate to let the newsies in to buy there papers to sell you felt sorta nice this was your first day on the job because Morris sprained his ankle and Oscar was sick so it’s just you when you get to the gate you see a hole bunch of news boys they looked dirty it was clear they lived on the streets

Race: What’s that unpleasan- that’s not Oscar or Morris.

Jack: who are you?!

Crutchie: Jack relax….he smiles