Feeling the eyes of the officers follow you as you walk down the hallway towards the desk, money in hand. You think about what Dallas Winston did to end up in the slammer this time. You’ve had to bail Dally out before, if it weren’t you who did it was Darry or Soda. But Dally always used you as his phone call out “Knew you’d show up” you hear behind you, Dally sitting on a bench behind bars, with a smirk on his face