He stiffened as he heard Snyder's voice, he couldn't decipher exactly what the men were saying. He only heard his and Elizabeth's names. Race walked back to the guest room where Elizabeth laid. He had to take her back to Jack and Kathrine's apartment. He didn't want to add anymore problems to Kathrine's already mile long list, but he couldn't risk Elizabeth's life to escape jail time and self pity. He picked her up again and carried her back down the stairs to the now crowded streets of Manhattan. Race expected stairs and gasps from passing on goers as he began to weave his way towards the apartment. However, no one even gave a glance at them. He successfully dogged police and others of Snyder's men as he neared the main doors of the building.

    He had to push the doors open with his foot because of Elizabeth still not conscious. He then walked up the staircase that led to the third floor where Jack and Kathrine live. Race knocked on the door with his foot and Jack came to answer the door. "Race what happened?" Jack asked as he opened the door and stepped out of Race's way. "I'll tell you..." Race paused. All of the Newsies were sitting in the living room looking at them with wide eyes, "Uh," Race stuttered, ""Boys." Race said as he leaned against the living room wall. "Stay here for the night. Snyder is at the boardinghouse. And I might have shot his son in the arm, so be careful. Hey Jack, can I put her in the guest room?" Race asked turning back to Jack. "Yeah, sure." Jack replied as he shut the door. Race ignored everyone else's questions as he walked to the guest room where they slept together only one night ago. He gently laid her in the middle of the bed. Again he didn't trust anyone to watch over her, but he had to get bandages and rags to try and heal some of her wounds. As he ran to the bathroom, the boys stood by whispering about him and Elizabeth.

    After scouring through the medicine cabinet he found three rags and a huge roll of bandages, and walked back to the room. Race wrapped her arms and legs with the bandages before cleaning off her face with the rags. She looked, better, than before. He then pulled over the wooden chair and set it next to the upper left side of the bed. Race sat down in the chair and held her hand as he stared at her bruised face. He was holding back tears. Race didn't want to cry out loud with the guys at the apartment.

    Minutes turned to hours and Specs was getting worried. He has never felt so concern about one of the Newsies, but Race was clearly hurting for this girl. He decided to stand up and talk to Race about what happened. "Race. Can we talk?" Specs asked as he knocked on the door. Race cracked the door to only review part of his face, "Sure." Race replied as he opened the door.