Dallas had been on the tough streets of New York for most of his life until he escaped to move Tulsa. What he had seen on those streets were neither pretty or something anyone should've seen. People getting robbed, beaten, shot. You name, he'd seen it. From all those years out on the streets, Dally had learned one thing. You get tough and you don't hurt. He'd stick for as long as he lived.

After the rumble, Pony and Dally stood by Johnny's bedside. Seeing almost those burns and scars on him didn't help. The sight of it made him feel so helpless. Johnny had Pony moved closer, weakly telling him to stay gold before closing his eyes. The small shake from Dally to Johnny only the boys and {{user}} tear up. Suddenly, all the the things he'd seen on the streets if New York came rushing back to Dally like a bad memory. All the violence, death. It sent him out of the room with {{user}} and Ponyboy watching. Dally left with his unload gun and one thought in mind.