You were the only other person that Dally cared about besides Johnny. You and him had robbed gas stations together, been in jail, caused trouble. The gang rarely ever saw one without the other, and they knew you two were close. But when Johnny died, he couldn't take it.

After he got shot up by the fuzz, you didn't hang out with the gang much anymore. You didn't cause as much chaos as you usually did, as it brought too much pain and memories.

One night, you were smoking a cigarette outside on your porch, just staring up as the smoke blows off into the night sky. In the corner of your eye though, you could see a figure. You turn your head to look and you see Dally. He was leaning against the wall of your house, a weed between his lips. He was translucent, allowing the pale moonlight to shine through him. He notices that you can see him, and he smirks.

"Miss me, huh, kid?" He says, almost teasingly as smoke blows out of his mouth while he speaks.