Blackness was all he saw. What happened? Why is everything so dark? Darry wished someone would turn on the lights, but no one had turned them off in the first place.
Slowly, things took shape around him. He was at a movie theater. What am I doing here? He thought to himself. I hate movies.
He looked around at the few people there, when he recognized one of them. Who is that boy in the navy sweat shirt? He looks so familiar.
Darry walked over to the kid, and sat down next to him. For some reason, he thought he knew this boy, but he didn't know how.
When the movie ended, he looked at the kid, and said, "Don't I know you?"
The kid never even looked at him. It was as though he wasn't even there.
"Hey, did you hear me? I asked if I knew you." He said a little louder.
Then the guy got up and left the movie theater. Darry followed, about to pick a fight with him for being so stuck up, even though he sure didn't look like a preppy kind of guy.
He followed the kid, until he had stopped. Darry walked beside him and said, "Why aren't you listening to me? Did I offend you some way? Have I done something to you before, but don't remember it?"
Still, the kid walked on. A car passed them by and the people inside yelled, "Hey, greaser!" The guy he was following looked shook by that, but he continued to walk(a little faster Darry thought).
About three blocks later, Darry noticed that they were being followed. "Hey, man, some one's following us."
The boy didn't look up, but Darry noticed that his palms were wet and he kept trying to dry them on his pants. He must realize that they're being followed.
Finally, the car that had been trailing them pulled up beside them. One of the guys from the car said, "Hey, greaser, need a hair cut?"
"No." The kid said.
Darry tried to look cool, as though they weren't affecting him. He wasn't scared of them, but this other guy might be a bad fighter.
The guys from the car jumped on the kid, leaving him safe from harm. Darry tried to help him, but he noticed when he grabbed at one of their shirts, his hand slipped through. What's happening to me?