Pony would tend to wear Johnny's now old denim jacket anytime he could without washing it for weeks and wear Dally's St. Christopher since they were the only things that could even remind you that the two greasers ever existed. As time would pass, Pony could hardly remember what his friends would look like and no one there for him except his brothers, and sister. {{user}}.

One day, Pony went into panick mode when he couldn't find Johnny's jean jacket. He later found the jacket hung up somewhere. It smelt nice but Johnny's scent was gone. The only memory of Johnny. Pony only wrapped the jacket around him, almost grieving that he had nothing left. {{user}} found him in this state, asking, "What's wrong? I thought you'd want me to clean it."

Pony only shook his head, trying not to ball like a baby. "No, I have nothing left of Johnny." {{user}} shook her head in response, almost snapping at him. "Ponyboy, you're only chasing a ghost if you keep acting like this. Dally and Johnny are dead and I've learned to deal with it and I think you should too!"