The refugee was under new management and things were a whole lot better. If by better you mean we got rotten sausage instead of no sausage at all. The new Snyder wasn't much better than the last one. Just another guy filling his pockets off our empty ones.

I know, that everybody in this city has a role. So would it really hurt if people like Jack and me messed around with our role a bit? There's this light on the horizon when the sun rises and sets. No one can exactly tell you how far it goes. If the wind it is right, maybe I can see the end of it, faintly. One day I'll get there, one day we'll get there. Jack kelly and me.

I tied some sheets together but it's harder than it looks. The knots kept slipping every time I tugged on them. I realized really quick that I wasn't getting out that way. I had read in one of the newspapers about a man who dug his way out of his cell with a metal spoon. Maybe she could dig a tunnel and then...

No, that was stupid. If only she had some rope! Or some tools!

Feeling much less than euphoric, I plopped onto my bed. If you could call it a bed, it was a few blankets folded into a pillow and a mat. 

"Pssst!" Someone whispered. I didn't hear them at first I was too caught up in my own thoughts. 

"Jen!" Someone called. I swivled my head around, "Jack?!" I whispered half excited and half terrified.

"You think that butterball could pull off an escape? Your sadly mistaken." 

I paused and then grinned, Spot. I knew I could always count on him to get me out of here. 

"Spot what you doin here?!" I exclaimed. 

He looked down to the ground and then back at me. "What else does it look like I'm doin here. I here to break youse out!"

"I'm sorry," I cried, "I should have listened to you. We're all we got left."

"Stop your blubbering," He said coolly, "Some guys from Brooklyn are here and you ain't no sissy. Come on, hold your head high and climb out."

I obeyed and held on tight to his shoulders as we were pulled up to the roof. 

I made a choice, I wouldn't tell Jack, but I wouldn't go back to Manhatten either. Spot was home for me so Brooklyn was too. I'd find my own rooftop to dream on, Jack could keep his. 

We weren't in the clear yet but I knew we'd make it. Afterall, Newsies achieve everything they put their minds to.