Now Race was pacing back and forth. The clock chimed two and now he was wondering if his dream became a reality. He tried to calm down. "Maybe she just needs more time before the asshole leaves." Deep down in his heart he knew that something was wrong. He couldn't call the cops. He wanted to. He didn't want inaction. She trusted him to save her. He knew what he had to do.

He took the note out of his pocket to check the address. Surprisingly, the apartment complex was only a block away. The "apartments" looked abandoned, almost empty but he knew that Elizabeth wouldn't lie to him. There was one door that was left on its hinges, windows were broken, and the side walk was littered with trash and shards of glass. Racetrack rallied what courage he had left and walked into the building.

He walked up the stairs to the second floor and found apartment room 215. He put on his brass knuckles and slowly opened the door. The room was pitch black, the roof was leaking, and smelled of sewage. There was a boy standing in the middle of the room facing his back towards Racetrack. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little kid who thinks he can humiliate me and get away with it." It was Jonathan, he walked towards Racetrack with a menacing grim on his face. Race noticed the scar that crossed his cheek and his black eye that was left over from when he soaked him in Newsie's square. "This time," Jonathan paused, "I brought back up." As he said this two more boys stepped out of the shadows cracking their knuckles. "The choice is yours. Leave and forget about Elizabeth and us, or stay and die." Jonathan said as he pulled out something from his coat. A gun. "You have ten seconds. 10...9...8" Jonathan was not joking. Race's heart and head began to race. He reached into his new boy bag to try and find something that he could use to defend himself with. All he felt was the note, extra brass knuckles, a few coins, and something sharp that pricked his fingers, a shard of glass from the mirror he broke. "5...4...3..." Jonathan continued.

    "Alright! Alright! Let me walk in and face you like a man." Racetrack yelled.

    "Alright kid. Get over here." Jonathan said as he motioned his men towards Race. The two men grabbed Race's bag and hat before grabbing his arms and forcing him to walk towards Jonathan. "Perfect." Jonathan mumbled as he lifted the gun to Race's chest. Race needed to stall for his plan to work. "Elizabeth! RUN!" He yelled as he looked over Jonathan's shoulder. Jonathan began to walk away and Race knew that this was his only chance. The two boys that were holding his arms loosened their grip.

    Race quickly turned around and cut the first boy across the face. The second one charged him and went for a punch at his jaw. He made contact. Race staggered backwards before charging the boy and cutting him across his wrist and arm with the blood stained glass. When he realized that cuts were not enough to win this fight, he punched the boy in the jaw and knocked him out cold. Race was so focused on the one boy he didn't realize that the other one pulled out a knife and was about to stab him in the back. Race turned around and got stabbed in his arm. Blood was swelling from the wound as he fell to the ground and screamed, but he would not give up so easily. As he began to rise to his feet he threw the glass at the boy and hit him in the chest. HE staggered back and fell against the wall. Race felt powerful as he searched the apartment for any sort of weapon. Finally, he opened a dresser door to find a loaded hand gun that was filled with bullets. Now there was two questions that he needed to answer, where was Jonathan and where was Elizabeth?