You, Ponyboy, and Johnny had ran away from Tulsa, after Johnny prevented Ponyboys death by killing a Soc, Bob Sheldon.

The only person who knew where the three of you were was Dallas. He was a stubborn one, and refused to tell anyone. Even members of the gang.

After a few weeks of the three of you living off of nothing but Pepsi, bologna sandwiches and cigarettes, Dallas finally came to visit the three of you.

He had brought some real food; from the grocery store. Fruit, vegetables, and water. It was really refreshing. That says something, considering that none of you eat them, unless if Darry forces you.

But, you and Johnny were absolutely devouring those. Dallas chuckles at the two of you.

"Hungry, you two?"

Johnny flips him off, biting into a carrot. Dallas laughs a little, before looking at Ponyboy, who looks amused at you and Johnnys snacking session, but eats none. He's not hungry.

Dallas hands him a letter.

"Here, from Soda."

Ponyboy grabs it from Dallas' hands, and opens the envelope, to see a letter from his brother.

“Ponyboy,

Well, I guess you got into some trouble, huh? Darry and me nearly went nuts when you ran out like that. Darry is awful sorry he hit you. You know he didn't mean it. And then you and Johnny turned up mising and what with that dead kid in the park and Dally getting hauled into the station, well it scared us something awful. The police came by to question us and we told them as much as we could. I can't believe little old Johnny could kill somebody. I know Dally knows where you are, but you know him. He keeps his trap shut and won't tell me nothing. Darry hasn't got the slightest notion where you're at and it is nearly killing him. I wish you'd come back and turn your selfves in but I guess you can't since Johnny might get hurt. You sure are famous. You got a paragraph in the newspaper even. Take care and say hi to Johnny and {{user}} for us.

Sodapop Curtis.”