Disclaimer: If I owned the outsiders I wouldn't be writing here. All credit to the remarkable book goes to Miss. Hinton.

Chapter 28-Sending Home

Darry POV.

I had been sleeping in the hospital for two weeks now. Pony's memory had improved by a little and Soda was now walking on his own. He still hadn't told me what the problem with it was. I tried to ask, but he always ignored me. Why, I didn't know. After the doctor had confirmed that Ponyboy was doing okay, he had began to pull up Pony and Soda's release forms. Johnny had already been sent home, his ticket paid for by the government, and so had Steve. For some odd reason, Angela Shepard had shown up in Pony's room four days after he got here and began to smooch on him. Soda had gotten this pissed look on his face and told Angela to go away, but Angela just told him to shut up. Pony was confused and Soda was pissed. What had gone on with Angela? Ever since then, Two-bit had been making cracks about Ponyboy's love life at every possible moment. Today was the day we would be heading back to Tulsa. The government had already bought the tickets for Soda and Pony and I had went ahead to dip into my emergency fund for return tickets for me, Two-bit, and Dally. I was spending so much; I wouldn't have any emergency fund by the time I got back. Pony and Soda had to get me to go out and buy them clothes; theirs had been badly burned in the fire. It was nothing fancy, just two pairs of pants, socks, and shirts. I even had to cough to buy shoes. The hospital also gave me Soda's and Pony's clothes from the fire, the ones they couldn't use. They were badly burned. And they smelled bad. I'm sure that was due to the fact that they had worn those clothes for two months straight. Ugh. Those had been deposited in the trash on the way out. As we were driving to the airport, Pony asked if we could go by the burn site. I didn't see why not. We were early and I kinda wanted to get a closer look myself. It took a while to find it, now there weren't any fire trucks and police cars to lead us there. Only two weeks after the fire, the site was completely abandoned. The entire piece of land the building had taken up was covered in ash. It looked like snow, mountains and mountains of snow. It made me sick to my stomach. Pony got out first, walking to the site. I followed closely behind. It appeared that the police had gotten all the burned bodies from the scene of death. Pony suddenly reached down and pulled something out of the fire. It was a jacket. The real cool leather kind. Its owner could only be a greaser, probably dead. Pony shook it off and looked at it again, confused. He then dropped it, making a cloud of ash go up, and continued to walk. I looked back and saw the rest of the gang following me at a much slower pace. Soda was looking and pointing out specific places to Two-bit, telling him things that gone on. Personally, when I looked around, I saw a memorial of kids who had died for no reason. I was extremely lucky I hadn't lost my brothers, Johnny, or Steve. I knew I had come close, but someone up there must be watching over me. I called Pony back and headed back to the car. As I started up the engine, I casted one last look to the fire remnants. I slowly pulled away as the gang around me cracked jokes, poked fun, and laughed, unaware of the wreckage behind them.

Well, that's all Folks! But to those of you who enjoyed the works of Kidnapping-An Outsiders FanFiction, then you'll love its sequel, The Cure to Amnesia. This will be about Pony's road to recovery. Memories, love, and a general good time. Enjoy!