it was the night your brother, johnny, died. He was your best friend, someone you always relied on. You watched the soul drain from him as he laid unconscious in the hospital bed, you and Dallas freaked out, you guys ran out the hospital, not seeming sane, ponyboy went home. You called them a bit later telling them the police were after you and Dallas, as soon as they arrived, they could see your figure through the mist, as you pulled out a gun, it was unloaded but you still had it out. The police fired multiple shots at you, Dallas was untouched as he did give you his gun. He made you promise you weren’t gonna do something dumb with it, but you did.