Two-Bit took one look at Johnny's dangling body and took no second thought. He bent down to grab Johnny's thin wrist with his good hand, groaning as his arm was moved into awkward positions. He pushed down on his feet, straightening up his back slowly. Johnny let go of the ledge, putting more weight for Two-Bit to carry. The tower rocked, making it almost impossible to pull Johnny up, but, finally, Johnny was high enough to swing his leg on the ledge and push himself up. But right when Johnny got to his feet, disaster hit.

The tower dipped one last time before the trees that were holding onto the tower bent to the point where the tower slipped forward and the tower plummeted down the mountain.

"No!" all of the greasers who made it to land cried out as they got close to the edge of the cliff.

Two-Bit's body floated, hitting the side of the tower which pushed him down faster. He couldn't see the floor nor Johnny—he didn't know if his eyes were open or closed. Two-Bit was absolutely terrified. He hasn't been this terrified in his life.

The drop to the next cliff was short and before Two-Bit could think about any regrets, the tower lurched and hung off the cliff like it did on the previous cliff. Two-Bit's body was thrown forward down the cliff again but it wasn't as far as the one they just fell down. He reached the ground quickly, back hitting a boulder. His throat let out a weird sound that he has never heard before, back breaking and blood spraying out of his mouth like a second that lived only for a short time. His head flung backwards, slamming into the side. He felt pain for only a moment before everything went black and he lost contact with the world.

o-o-o

Everyone was staring down the chasm in stunned silence.

"There's no way they could have made that fall…" one of them murmured. They couldn't tear their eyes from the abyss until Soda started to walk around the cliff. When he found a relatively safe path to get down, he gripped the wet, jagged rocks and started to climb down, pressing his body as close as possible to avoid slipping.

"Where are you going?" Darry asked.

"They can't be dead," was all they heard from Soda.

"They're not alive, Soda," Steve declared.

"You don't know that!"

"They fell down that mountain. That fall would have killed them."

"We fell down the mountain and turned up fine! Besides… we have to at least recover their bodies. We have to give them that much."

Soda was by then too far down the mountain to even hear the voices above him. The rest of the gang slowly started to climb down after him.

o-o-o

Johnny's eyes opened slowly. Everything was dark and his arms were limp above his head. Something burned both of his ankles which he presumed was some sort of rope. Johnny was suspended in the air, not sure how far he actually was from the ground or if it was safe enough to just fall.

He took a deep breath before trying to grab his ankle or the rope, which proved to be much harder than he had thought. His body resisted against the certain movement but after a while of struggling and attempts and almost blacking out again from blood in the head.

Johnny grabbed his bruising ankle and unraveled his leg from the rope that was tangled with him. His legs slipped through but he didn't have anything to hang onto and fell in the snow hard. He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. "Two-Bit?" he called out. No answer. He called his name again but again, there was no reply.

Johnny groped forward, continuing to call Two-Bit's name and getting no reply each time. Johnny's foot caught on something and he face-planted in the snow. He pulled his foot free and felt around to feel what he had tripped on. It was probably a branch or a rock, but it might also have been something useful.

His hands wrapped around Two-Bit's arm. "Two-Bit?" Johnny felt around until he found his head. He lowered his ear to Two-Bit's chest. His heart was beating quickly as he listened closely for an extra heartbeat. His fast heart stopped when there was none. He reeled back from the body, hands wet from Two-Bit's blood.

Johnny was paralyzed. He was the reason that Two-Bit was dead. If he haven't fell, Two-Bit could have climbed up in time and let off weight.

"What am I supposed to do now?" he whispered to himself. He stayed there, his mind blank, for at least ten minutes before he heard a loud screech right behind him. Before he had time to react, his body was flung to the side. He let out a cry as his body hit a rock. His head slammed against the boulder, making his dizzy. His stomach lurched as his brain spun; his eyelids grew heavy. He hardly noticed the light that shone in his face.

"Johnny?" Ponyboy cried out when he saw his friend, huddled against a rock; about to pass out.

"Damn, you're still alive…" Dally breathed out, relieved.

"Where's Two-Bit?" Darry asked.

"He's…d…" It was hard to form words or think in that matter.

"Shit, he hit his head," Dally said, noticing the dazed look and the blood on Johnny's temple. "Are you okay?"

Again, Johnny couldn't answer. He was on the brink of passing out.

"Don't sleep yet, okay? It's not safe?" Johnny couldn't place the voice. He just felt his body being lifted up.

Consequence: Two-Bit couldn't lift Johnny up quick enough with one arm and the weight of two people was too much, and the tower fell. Death: Two-Bit.

Where should they take Johnny?

(A)- Cabin

(B)- Cage where Steve and Soda were locked in