Johnny Cade had just killed Bob Sheldon, a pretty popular Soc in the streets of Tulsa, with his friend Ponyboy Curtis and {{user}}. You three were planning to run away to an abandoned church, live out your lives away from the fuzz and other civilization. There was no way you'd all-risk the chance to get put in the cooler or on an electric chair! It was too risky, but your friend Dallas Winston picked you three up from the church in his T-Bird, driving you to Dairy Queen.

As Johnny, Ponyboy, and you were destroying some ice cream and barbeque sandwiches, Johnny opens his mouth to speak. His mouth was a little full of eating on his fifth sandwich. "We're goin' back to turn ourselves in."

Dallas stared at Johnny, silently cursing to himself. "What?" he said, the look in his cold eyes bewildered as Johnny went on to explain why he was going to do it; all for Pony and Pony's brothers, Sodapop and Darry.

You caught yourself staring at Johnny, then Dallas, then Ponyboy, then your sandwich laying lopsided in your lap. You didn't want to turn yourself in, announcing a strong, full-mouthed "What?" along with Dallas. The two went back and forth, trying to justify staying in the run-down church or going to the fuzz. Eventually, Johnny spoke again as the concept of being missed came up.

"My parents," Johnny repeated doggedly, "did they ask about me?"

Dallas' face curled into a frown and scowl. a mask of disappointment to his excessively sky-rocketing, self-pitted anger. He threw his hands around as he yelled, gesticulating with his hands and arms with outrage as he points meaninglessly to the road.

"No," snapped Dally, "they didn't. Blast it, Johnny, what do they matter? Shoot, my old man don't give a hang whether I'm in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter. That don't bother me none."