From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

February 10th, 1900

(Sorry for the late update. I woke up Monday with no voice and by yesterday I was so sick I slept for 14 hours straight. The way Katherine feels at the end of this is basically how I've been feeling the past 2 days so whoooo! Anyways, enjoy! :))

"Mrs. Kelly.", "Ace". What I wouldn't give to hear those words again spoken from him. Mr. Jack Kelly. He was the love of my life. Now he is gone. 1 week ago, we were ambushed by Mr. Andrews, who remains on the lam. 1 week ago we were dancing, now I stand alone at a grave. I can't tell if it is tears or rain drops that are rolling down my face anymore. My heart aches so to think... To think that Jack is gone.

As I stood on the soggy grounds of the cemetery, the bottom of my black gown getting covered in mud, the priest had walked up to the tombstone. I was alone. Nobody was there except for me and him. I think everyone simply found it too hard to come. I walked to the freshly laid dirt and collapsed, placing Jack's pocket watch down, the one I had just given him for his 18th birthday.

"Jackson Francis Kelly. A young, talented man who still had such a full life to live. He was loved by his brothers - the newsboys of New York - his dear friends and his fiancee, Ms. Katherine Pulitzer. Of course, without her, we would not be here today and the boy would still be alive." The priest said, "Isn't that right, Katherine?"

I looked up at him, "What?"

"It's your fault, Katherine." Sara said, walking next to him.

"No." I cried.

"But, if it wasn't for you, Katherine, Jack would still be alive." Crutchie said, joining them.

"No! It was Andrews!" I sobbed.

"But, Katherine, we all know why Andrews killed Jack." Davey said, joining them.

"It was because of you, Katherine." The four of them said.

"No!" I shouted.

"Katherine?" A voice called from behind me.

I stood and turned to see Jack, still covered in blood and bruises. I covered my mouth as I gasped and cried. He held out a hand, welcoming me back into his arms. I hesitantly walk over, as I get closer I reach out to grab his hand, "J-Jack?" I ask softly as my hand touches his cold, dirty one. But, I was not welcomed with the gentleness I longed for, instead he yanked me close to him and roughly grabbed me, "Why, Katherine?" He asked.

"W-What?" I asked, crying even more.

"Why? Why did you kill me, Katherine?" He asked.

"No... No!... NO!" I sobbed, trying to pull away from him.

That's as far as I get before I snap out of it. Usually, I just stay asleep, keep reliving that endless nightmare, but this time was different. I don't really know what I feel. I feel almost numb, yet I can feel the pain from cuts and bruises all over me. My breathing feels small and labored, just like it has for these countless past few days. I don't even know how long it's been, but all I know is that I need Jack. I can't wake up. I can't seem to find the strength, and if I don't wake up I will never know if Jack is alive. I don't want to live that nightmare.

I need to fight this feeling of weakness. I need to wake up, if not for myself, than the fellas and Edith and the girls. I can't leave them all. There is still so much I want to do. Like marrying Jack. Think, Katherine. Think of that house off Central Park. The son that plays downstairs while you and Jack spend time together in the drawing room or study and how Banner will get jealous because we will pay attention to our baby instead of him. The perfect life you can have.