AN: Me? Writing this instead of working on my graded assignments with actual deadlines because writing this is so much more fun? It's more likely than you think.

Everyone at The World was look for Katherine, and she knew it. Her phone was practically ringing off the wall. She didn't answer it. She knew who it was - either Mr. Connell, or David calling on behalf of Mr. Connell. Maybe Mr. Norton, but she doubted he'd be getting involved this quickly.

She knew why they were calling. They wanted to ask her about John Doe, find out who he was, why he had said what he had. She planned to tell them, but not yet. She wanted to get on their nerves first. Mr. Connell had fired her, and now he was practically begging to see her. But he couldn't. Not yet.

Around mid-morning, Katherine decided to leave her building. She knew Connell wouldn't be above checking her apartment to find her. She stepped outside and grinned. She could hear the distant shouts of newsboys, and they weren't calling out the front page headline. They were yelling about her column. Her short, hidden, eighth page column.

She suddenly felt the urge to buy one. Knowing her former employers, they would either sell the edition like crazy, or they would discontinue it as soon as they could. And if that happened, she wanted to own a copy. So, making a decision, she turned and started off, looking for the first newsboy she could find.

It didn't take her long. Down the black on the corner, she came across a brown haired boy, only a little younger than she was herself, who was hawking her article with a facial expression that could be compared to a little boy on Christmas morning.

"Excuse me." She went up to him, already pulling change out of her pockets.

"Morning, miss." He turned toward her. "You interested in a pape?"

"As a matter of fact I am." She handed a penny to him (she would have given him extra, but frankly, she couldn't afford that yet) and in exchange, he handed her a newspaper which had already been folded so that her article was the first thing she saw.

Katherine's eyes skimmed over her article, and the boy looked at her with interest. "An article like that interest you, miss?"

He didn't sound rude, but it was clear that he thought that she, a higher class woman, couldn't fully appreciate it. If only he knew she was the one who came up with it, she thought.

She nodded. "It does. I think it's about time the papers started printing things like this, don't you?"

He grinned. "Truer words ain't ever been spoken."

Katherine smiled back at him before thanking him and walking back in the direction she came. She'd only spoken to one person all day, a newsboy, but she could already tell just by that one conversation that what she'd done, what her column was doing, was going to turn into something big.