Soda, along with Steve, was drafted into war a little while ago. Luckily, the two came back alive. Well? No. Steve was injured and Soda was... He's changed. Ever since Soda returned, he wasn't his cheery self. He was distant, and often stared into space with a frown and wide eyes. He barely smiled anymore, too. And now he just hates rumbles. Soda was doing it again. While the others talked, as Darry cooked supper, as Two-bit watched Mickey Mouse and the noises got too oddly familiar, Soda zoned out again.