It was the fall of 1899 and the cold, crisp air was blowing in newsies square. You had decided to walk through a different part of town today. Which led you here. Just as you went down the block you saw a boy selling newspapers, as a familiar voice yelled

“fires in the mid-east! you heard it right here!”, you’d heard him sell papes a few times you went this way. And you had came to realize that didn’t match the headlines one bit.

nonetheless you decided to go up to him, maybe know some more about those ‘fires in the mid-east’.