The Fanfiction 2 or Why Does Technology Hate Me So Much?

Chapter 10

"So, what made you slap him?" Race asked me as we walked along, with only a few papers left.

"Well, that's complicated. I heard about them in my time, through the musical. In that, they grab Les during the strike and try to take him away. That was kind of cruel, and it bothered me.  And today just gave me a chance and a reason to do something about it," I explained. 

We wandered a bit more, and managed to sell the least of the papers. 

"Now, it's time for the grand tour," Race said with only a touch of sarcasm. We walked along and he pointed out the city's "greatest landmarks", at least by newsie standards. We passed by a tall square building on a corner, and I recognized it as the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory from my studies.

"If you aren't married or something in 1911, don't date a garment girl from that factory. It burns down that year, and most of the girls die," I said, not thinking about the fact that I was telling him about something that happened twelve years in the future. He looked surprised and confused, but then seemed to remember where I was from. He said he would keep that in mind and then said something else under his breath, with me only catching the words "beautiful" and "time". 

We walked on, turning  down all sorts of streets. Eventually, we ended up on a bridge. I couldn't tell what bridge it was, seeing as I was on it and not looking at it.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but he didn't seem to hear me.

We got across the bridge and he pulled me into an alley.

"We are in Brooklyn. I want to show you something, but if someone sees us, all we will only end up seeing Spot Conlon. And believe me, he is not as pretty as what I want to show you," he said.

"I'm not?" A voice behind us said. We turned around to find a newsie who stood approximately two inches taller than me. 

Race sighed and replied. "No you're not. Ellie, meet Spot Conlon,my overcomplicated short friend."

"Pleasure to meet you. Am I the first person who isn't like, nine, that you are taller than?"I asked. He ignored the question.

"Where did he find you? And how much is he paying you to walk around with him?" Spot asked, only half kidding.

I had a silent eye debate with Race trying to decide if we should tell him the bizarre truth or lie. We decided on the bizarre truth.

"You'd never believe it, but we met through interdimensional time travel. And he isn't paying me,"I said, the second part slightly defencive. He looked ready to question, but one of his boys ran over and whispered something to him. He nodded and then said he had to go, some of the younger boys were fighting. He left, and we continued on our way. We ended up on a dock. 

"What was the 'pretty' thing you wanted to show me? I don't see it," I said, confused. 

"Look up," he responded. I did, and I found a beautiful sunset over the water. We watched for a while, and then headed back to Manhattan to get some rest.