Song: Home from Beetlejuice the Musical
Present Day: July 1899
Jaime's POV
"Are you going to anywhere in particular?" Roosevelt asked.
"Yeah. We're going to Santa Fe, New Mexico," Jack answered.
"Santa Fe. That's pretty far out west."
"It's the only place not crawling with cities like this."
"I sense that there's a more complex reason."
"Well a fresh start ain't that complicated."
He didn't seem satisfied with that answer.
"You don't seem so sure about leaving."
"Well it's hard," I answered. "But it's necessary."
"How so?"
"Well we'd be hunted down by Snyder. I guess now that's not a problem, but still. And it'd be nice to get away from the city for a while"
"Besides we can forget about everything here. Out of sight out of mind," Jack interjected.
When Jack said that memories of my father getting rid of everything that reminded him of my mother popped into my head.
Not that Jack's doing that, but it feels so similar.
"It's a shame you both are leaving so soon. You could do so much more here."
We sat in silence, looking out the sides of the carriage.
Jaime: Mama, I could use some some help here
Tired of talking to myself here
Back at home, you don't exist
So here I am in the abyss
Are you really in this place?
It's like the emptiness of space
I could search for all eternity
And never see your face
Help me out
I'm lost without you, standing
Stuck on this impossible road
No idea which way to go
Whichever path I choose, I lose, you know
And I don't know which way's home, oh
I don't know which ways home, home
You always saw life as a game
But since you left, it sucks to play
I'm beaten up and bruised
Confused by rules that alter every day
Where to next?
You left but I'm still standing
Spinning on this infinite road
Terrified to let you go
No light above and there's no hope below
And I don't know which way's home
Ma, I got my heart in my hand
Speak to me and I'll understand
One little word to know I'm not alone
And show me the way back home, oh
Is there a way back home? Home
The nothingness ahead of me
Is this the end you meant for me?
Every living minute
There's no home without you in it
I'm falling, quit stalling
Your daughter is calling your name
I burned all my bridges and came
Mom, I don't wanna forget you
I promise, I'm never gonna forget you
"Jack. I don't want to forget."
"What do you mean?"
"I know we went through some stuff, but there was so much good that came out of it. And if we try to forget the bad stuff, we could forget the good stuff too."
"It's not a guarantee."
"But it's a chance. A chance I don't want to take. The newsies are like our family. We shouldn't leave them now. Not when everything's finally going good. Honestly, I want to be there for every good or bad thing that happens."
"But they're not related to us? How can they be family."
"There's two things I've didn't learned from a book. The first one they taught me. We don't have to be blood to be family. We just have to love each other and that's enough. I love them. Don't you?"
"Yeah. I do. What was the second thing?"
"Jack are we going somewhere or running away?"
"What's the difference."
"Medda said 'if we're going somewhere and it's the wrong place, we can always come back. But if we're running away no where is ever the right place.'"
Jack sat in silence.
"It's sound to me, young man, that you may be running away rather than going somewhere."
"Mr. Roosevelt. Could you's turn the carriage around. I think we still have some work to finish here," Jack replied.
"Of course," he smiled.
The carriage turned around, taking us back to the square.
"You sure about this, Jack?" I asked.
"Yeah. I don't think we should leave our family quite yet."
I smiled and gave him a big hug.
Jaime: I'm gonna go back home
Medda, Newsies, Kloppman, and Spot
It's messy, but they're all that I have
I'll make the best of being flesh and bone
Mama, I'm going home, yeah
Mama, I'm going home, home
I'm going home
Mama, I'm going home
I looked out the carriage, excitedly waiting to see my family again.
I'm sure we'll go to Santa Fe one day but that day isn't today. And I couldn't be happier about that.
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