When Soda saw Two-Bit, it was almost too good to be true. Sure the outfit and cuffs killed Soda, but seeing someone he truly cared about made it alright. "Oh Soda," Two-Bit muffled as the guards shut the door, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you are okay and safe."

Soda nodded, "I wish I could say the same for you."

Two-Bit shook his head, "No, don't say that. It's okay. I'm okay Soda. Really, I am. How's Darry?"

"Walking a little," Soda said fiddling with his fingers. Everyone's doing fine. Just getting back to normal...sort of, I guess. As normal as it can be right now."

"Yeah," Two-Bit nodded, "Have...you heard anything?"

Soda knew who he was talking about. "No, I don't think anyone has seen him. Maybe Tim, but I don't know. We haven't seen him or Dallas since last night. But you know how they are during these situations."

"Yeah...Soda you know I would never shoot Steve at any time for no reason. No matter how much of an ass he has been lately to you and everyone else. But I had to Soda. I wasn't going to watch you get shot."

"I know, I know. I'm not mad at you for it," Soda assured, "I'm just...mad at this situation and the way it's going."

Two-Bit nodded, "I know hun, I know."

Soda looked down at the table, "What's going to happen to you?"

Two-Bit paused, then shrugged, "I don't know. They haven't found Steve's dad, and I guess no one from his new gang is making a big deal of it, pressing charges wise. I mean, I really don't know. We have to wait until we hear if Steve's..."

Soda stood up suddenly, "I can't even think about it Two-Bit. Not that type of possibility right now."

"I..."

"Time's up," the guard said walking in. Two-Bit stood up, and both boys gave each other a hug. Two-Bit watched as Soda left the room in almost a hurry. He didn't mean to upset the young greaser.

As Soda walked outside the station, he ran right into Tim and Dallas. He quickly stopped himself from his emotional run and tried looking as blank as possible.

"Hey Soda," Dally said, "You saw Two-Bit?"

Soda nodded.

"How is he? Did he say what's going to happen next with him?" Dally asked.

Soda shook his head, "They don't know yet. They're really waiting to see how Steve turns out."

"If he turns out," Tim pointed out.

Soda shook his head and began rushing home again. He couldn't take it. The thought of his best friend, not even old best friend, Steve was still his best friend. The tears didn't officially let loose until Soda got upstairs. He fell onto his knees at his bedroom door and bawled. He felt himself physically being taken apart.

"This...can't be happening," Soda muffled.

"Soda? Is that you?" Soda stood up and walked to Darry's room. Darry was in his bed resting. "What's the matter?"

Soda walked in and crashed next to Darry's bed. "Steve."

"What about Steve?"

"Haven't you heard?" Soda bawled, "How bad it is?"

Darry sighed, "No one had to hear buddy. Deep down we all knew of the chance of him going."

"I still care about him Darry," Soda breathed sharply trying to control his cries, "He's always been my best friend. One scuffle and I could lose him. All because of my dumb ass mistake."

"Soda, it was not a mistake," Darry said trying to stay calm, "You being this way is not a mistake. You changing your lifestyle is not a mistake. If it makes you happy, then it's perfect for you."

Soda slightly shook his head, "I don't know what to do Darry. I don't know anymore."

"Buddy, all we can do right now is wait. It's not just you, we all wish we knew what to do, but waiting is it. Nothing can be done right now," Darry explained, "You have had a rough day already. Why don't you go take a nap, and maybe by the time you wake up, something will be heard."

Soda slowly nodded, "Okay. I think I will."