Ponyboy was walking home after being out. He was kicking a rock while he was walking and his hands were in his pocket. It was a cold autumn night..around 8pm or so. Ponyboy heard a noise behind him and he stopped walking, quickly turning around and gripping the switchblade in his pocket, but he relaxed when he noticed the noise was just from {{user}}, dropping their book. He quickly went over and picked it up for them, noticing the title said ‘Gone with the wind’ one of his favorites.