I brought Myrna inside. Two-Bit hadn't gone to work since the incident, and if she saw him I prayed I could get away with a lie.

"I got the call right after you left work today," she wiped her eyes, "Trevor didn't know who else to contact."

We sat down on the couch as she continued, "Apparently they were suspected to be…lovers and some friends of Wallace's jumped them!" she pounded my chest, "My god, why'd we let him go?"

I brought her into my arms, "It'll be okay, Myrna. We'll fix this."

Two-Bit slowly walked into the living room, as if afraid of what he might find.

Myrna noticed his presence and separated from me, obviously startled.

I had to lie, "Myrna, this is my friend, Two-Bit. Two-Bit, this is Myrna. He's staying here for a while."

Myrna stood and stretched out a hand, "Nice to meet you, Two-Bit. We've heard good things about you."

He reacted the way he had for the past few weeks toward people, but he still shook her hand and said, "And same about you." His voice was raspy, as if he hadn't used it in months.

He turned back and headed back to the bedroom and all I could hope was that she believed my lie.

"So, what should we do?" I asked, changing the subject back to the matter at hand.

She captured her guard once again. Myrna had always seemed to be good at that. She could be bawling and groveling at your feet, but ten seconds later she'd be standing straight and affirmative telling you what to do making you cry.

"Well…" she had no more tears in her eyes, "I think we should go up to New York and…and sort this out."

I leaned back on the couch, "Yes, but how? What were they arrested for?"

"The douchebags stuffed marijuana in their car and claimed they were defending themselves from Trevor and…what's-his-face's desperate attempts to shut them up. They even cut themselves with their own knives to keep up their story," she informed me, "Maybe we could prove them innocent."

"That'd take time," I stated, "We need them out before they get to prison itself…"

The very idea of two 'accused faggots' in jail brought chills to my skin. That would definitely never go over well.

We pondered for another few minutes, but then Myrna perked up, biting her lip saying, "I have an idea, but it's a long shot."

I was open to anything, "Shoot."

She took a heavy breath and then preceded, "We go and convince those bastards to drop the charges."

I liked the idea, "But how?"

She sighed, "Sweet, I have dealt with assholes like this all my life. They will either respond to money, threats, or sex. Obviously, sex is out. Threats are all empty, unless we can conjure up a way to get some burly men up there by tomorrow," I pictured Darry beating the hell out of whomever hurt Dally and Trevor, "thus money is last."

I pursed my lips to the side. I liked the idea, "I can get some from the bank."

"I might be able to salvage enough from my savings as well." She added.

I ruffled my hair, "But what if money doesn't work."

She took a minute, "We go to plan B."

I nodded; understanding what plan C was, "We taking a plane?"

"Tomorrow morning at eight thirty exactly," she said, "I wanna confront those bastards as soon as I can."

I liked this. I liked this a lot. A fight was what I would've suggested if I hadn't grown up. A fight was what I would've loved if I hadn't remembered those pieces of hair in the plastic bag tucked away in my room.

But a fight wasn't the answer.

Off to New York we go.