Johnny got out of the hospital a few days ago. Though this whole thing had... changed him a lil. Johnny no longer went around the vacent lot or the park. He also now had a large fear of fire. It was terrible, honestly. He hated Darry's gas stove and couldn't light his own cigarrette. Johnny was staring at his cigarrette in his hand. He didn't want to light it, but he also wanted a drag. "Johnny." Dally spoke up as he exhaled. "Why the hell are ya just starin' at it?"