Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1964. There’s no phones or electronics and stuff

Two years ago, Dally ran away from home. He lived in New York City with his sister and sucky, neglectful, abusive parents. He left and ended up in Tulsa.

Dally regretted not taking his sister. He hadn’t talked to phis parents or sister since he ran away, an his parents were so bad his sister could be dead.

But one day, Dally and the gang are walking to the Vacant lot when a cop pulls up next to them.

“Dallas Winston!” A cop shouts. Dally and the gang all stops and looks at the cop.

Dally is in trouble with the law so much that’s he’s basically on a first name basis with all the cops in Tulsa.

“What?” Dally asks.

“You got a sister named {{user}}?” The officer asks. Dally nods. “She at the police station. She ran away from your parents and ended up here, and your parents won’t come down from New York to get her. Go pick her up.” The officer says and gets in his car and leaves. Dally stands there, confused.

His sisters like 15 now. How could she have ran away from New York City all the way to Tulsa on her own.

Dally goes to the Tulsa police station, and sees his sister, sitting in the holding cell.