You and Dallas had gone to DQ after you had been hiding out in a old church. Dallas pulled in and the church up in flames. Kids were inside so you went in. You got the last kid out, Dallas yanks you out by the shirt he sees your shelve on fire. He pulls you the ground and leans his lower body down on your arm to put the fire out, patting your arm to make sure.

“Jesus Christ, stupid kid.” He grabs you by your jacket, lifting you up looking at your face with in ashes then puts you back down.