The Emcee: Hello ppls! Thanks for all the reviews so far. And to Beth, do you really want to know what happened at the doctor's office? ;; Well, read on! Enjoy.

Cabaret

"Looks like the storm is starting to let up now," Darry said looking out the window. It was close to night fall, but it was hard to tell. About four feet of snow has fallen, making travel close to impossible.

"Finally, some good news," Pony said as he read a book. He and his brothers, along with Randy, were sitting in the upstairs den area. He had woken up two hours before. And, now tired ot staying in bed, was sitting on the couch in a relaxed position.

"It might be letting up, but who knows how long it'll take the snow plows to clear the roads and stuff," Randy said. "We could be stuck in here for another day or two. It all depends on how long it takes 'em."

"Yep. It stopped alright. I can see a little bit of light." Darry replied.

"Alright! That means we can go outside right?" Soda asked in, an all too obvious, cheerful mood.

"No. Why do you even want to go outside Sodapop?"

"To play in the snow." Darry groaned and shook his head while Pony laughed. "What? Just cuz I'm older doesn't mean I can't have fun anymore."

"Soda, soda, soda..."

"Ah, Dar! You always spoil my fun."

"Maybe tomorrow Soda, but not tonight."

"But..."

"You heard me," Darry said. "Besides, I'm getting a headache."

No one talked to much after that. Darry went to check on supplies. If they were going to be stuck in the cabaret for a 'day or two', they'd need supplies. Soda went down stairs to do...something. And that left Ponyboy and Randy in the den, alone.

"You gonna go home soon, Randy?" Pony asked looking up from his book.

"When the roads are cleared, yes. I do have work, baby." Seeing the sad look on Pony's face, he added, "But don't worry. I'll try to come by every night to see you. So, are you feeling any better?"

"A little bit." Pony replied, closing his book and setting it on the side table. "I need to get out of Randy."

"Why's that?"

"Because, I'm not going to get any better by staying here. I heard what Soda and Dr. Marksen talked about when they asked me to leave the room..."

Flash Back

"He's not going to get better Soda."

"What to you mean, Doc?"

"I mean that his cold is strangely aggressive. He needs a warmer environment to recover in. If he doesn't, it may be fatal."

"I see doctor..." Soda said, head hung lowly.

Outside the doors, Pony heard every word that was said. Sighing, he went to go sit in the waiting room. Soda came out a few minutes later. Looking up to see his brother, Pony tried his best to smile.

"Hey, Soda. What were you and "Dr." Marksen talking about?"

"What? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," Soda lied, trying not to hurt his brother. "You'll be fine though, so don't worry."

End Flash Back

"That's why I need to get out of here."

"Alright then. I'll make the plans and try to get you out of here."

"But where would we go?"

"I have a friend who lives down south. We can go stay with him. I'll call him tonight." Pony nodded his head, returning to his book. Randy left the room. After forty minutes, he came back with some good news.

"Okay, it's all set. Dave said we can stay as long as we need to." Pony's face brightened up.

"Thank you, Randy."

"Anything for you, baby." Randy sat down beside Pony on the couch.

"Then it's final. We leave in three days."