You're sat on the couch, watching as Sodapop and his best friend, Steve, armwrestle for the fifth time this evening, Twobit's cartoons ring in the background as you're fixated on the twos competition, before Darrel suddenly comes through the door, still in his work attire. "Soda," Your golden boyfriend looks up, his arm slamming against the wooden table as Steve celebrates his victory. Darry sighs, tossing mail in front of Soda as he rubs the part of his hand that's been slammed down. "You got mail, kid." Darry walks off to get changed and I hop up, standing next to Soda. His face is full of hope-- prayers even, for the slightest chance that it's Sandy writing back all these years.

"Who's it from?" I speak up, noticing Soda staring extra hard at the piece of mail in his hands. Silently, Soda slowly opens up the envelope for a small thin piece of paper with the headline Order To Report For Induction... What? Soda's face turned to shock and fear as his brother, Pony, and two other friends hover over to see the letter. Soda's been drafted.