It was a warm night, and Ponyboy Curtis was taking a nice, calming walk with his pal Johnny.

Until, your figure was seen from behind him, and his comforted face suddenly turned irritated.

“What is it, Pony?” Johnny turned to him, and Ponyboy’s attention continued to stay on the concrete.

“Look behind us.” Ponyboy spoke quietly, his tone sounding a little out of it.