Darry sat on the couch in Tim Shepherd's front room, rubbing his jaw. Dally was a good fighter, he hit hard. Darry knew he would have a sore jaw the next day. He sighed as the weight of the information Tim had given him sank in. He knew Dallas was fired up, ready to start something; he just didn't foresee how badly this could all turn out. He knew Dallas Winston would try and find Johnny's mother and give her the runaround, maybe push her around a bit, but a heater? That was a whole new ballgame. He knew they had to do something before Dally hurt someone or worse. But at the moment he couldn't think of anything. Tim hadn't moved much from where he was standing, after telling him that Dally was planning to use a gun, whether to threaten or more, they didn't know for sure. Dally had never killed anyone, but considering the state he was in, they couldn't be one hundred percent sure he wasn't going to be pushed to the brink. He didn't need to say much for than what he had, and his silence now that the newest problem was out in the open, was excruciating.
Running a hand through his hair, he stood once more, and clapping Tim on the shoulder, made his way back to his truck. He hadn't been at Tim's very long, but he couldn't sit there any longer. He had to at least look for Dally. At this point he knew Dally didn't have a gun on him, but he knew he could find one if he really wanted. Getting in his truck, he pondered where Dally might have gone. There was no indication of which direction the greaser had gone and other than his own house, Shepherd's place, and the Cade home, he had absolutely no idea where his next move house be. After a moment, he decided to drive back home first and fill the gang in on the face that he had at least found Dally, and for the moment he didn't have a weapon other than his blade. But as he got closer to his house, it was getting harder and harder to think that he had just let Dally walk away. He just had to hope Mrs. Cade stayed where she was and that Dally had no idea where that place was. Until then, he could still hope he could change Dally's mind.
Darry parked his car in the driveway and shut off the engine. Sitting in his truck, he wasn't sure what he was going to tell the gang. Johnny was terrified of what was going to happen in the next few days and weeks, Pony was close to the edge as well, worrying about his best friend going to jail or even worse, back to his mother. The rest of them weren't faring much better. Soda was pretty emotional these past few days, not knowing if their family was going to have to go through any more trauma, Two-Bit felt guilty as hell thinking he hadn't watched Johnny closely enough, and Steve was trying to stay calm, yet acting all pissed off instead. Darry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his mind down. He was just as worried as the rest of them, but one of them had to keep a level head and try and help Johnny through all of this; he couldn't go back into that house looking like he just lost in a rumble.
Sliding his keys into his pocket, he stepped out of the truck and made his way inside the house, where the gang was piled in the living room, some on the couch and the rest on the floor in front of it, all staring at the door as Darry walked through it. Darry opened his mouth to speak, but Soda spoke first. "Darry." His voice trembled slightly and it stopped Darry cold. Had Dally called? Had he gone through with his threat? "It's all over the news."
"What?" Darry breathed, coming further into the house and looking at the television, the channel turned to a news station. There in front of him was live coverage of the Cade house, complete with police tape and officers going in and out. In that moment, things just got a whole lot more complicated.