It's nearly a week before it happens, one of the other Manhattan boys comes running up to Ezra before he can get too far with his papes for the day.

"Hey, Bridger. Spot Conlon's looking for you." he says, in tones of awe, and maybe a little bit of fear, it's clear he's wildly curious about why.

Spot's waiting by the statue in the square, leaning against it with his hands in his pockets. He's back to his normal newsie attire, but he's not carrying any papes himself today.