(January 9, 1966, 3:50 PM)

Bexley was trying to finish up that day's homework, the only problem was, it was biology. And she could never figure it out to save her life. The questions were starting to give her a splitting headache, causing her to sigh in frustration.

"You okay there, Bex?" Ponyboy asked, coming into the bedroom with her, putting his own homework in his backpack. "Stupid biology homework is giving me a headache. I can't figure it out," Bexley huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

He walks over to her and looks over her shoulder to see what her homework was. "Yikes, don't think I'll be able to help ya there. Maybe Darry can help," Ponyboy suggested, taking a seat on the bed and grabbing a book to read.

Bexley slapped the desk and shook her head. "Man, my head feels like it's gonna explode. I need to clear my head," she said, standing up from the desk. Ponyboy looked up from the book he had after hearing this.

"Need me to come with you?" he asked in concern. After the last time, he couldn't risk her going on her own. Bexley grabbed her worn denim jacket and slipped it on and grabbed her blade in the process.

"I won't be gone long, Pone. If Darry comes home before me, let him know that I've gone on a walk." Bexley said, putting her blade in her back pocket. Ponyboy got off the bed and walked to her, giving her a hug.

"Please be careful, okay?" he said in her ear. Bexley appreciated her brother's caring nature, but she didn't want to be smothered by him. She could understand that he wasn't comfortable with letting his sister go out there all on her own. He also knew that she had her own independence and respected it.

"I will. Don't worry so much," Bexley replied, hugging her brother back for a minute. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he sighed, pulling away from her. Bexley smiled at him reassuringly and said, "I'll be back in an hour,"

"Promise?" Ponyboy said. "Promise," Bexley repeated, sighing again before walking out of the bedroom and out of the house.

Ponyboy couldn't be confident enough that she'd come out of this unscathed. Little do they know, he had no idea just how right he was.

The weather outside was cold. The sky was grey and muggy, hiding the sun behind all of those clouds. Bexley shivered underneath her denim jacket, hugging it closer to her body.

She had remembered to grab her cigarettes before leaving so she took one out, grabbed her lighter, and lit it up. After taking a drag of it, she felt better. She promised Darry that she'd cut down on smoking because of her lung issues.

They couldn't afford to rush her into the ER because of an asthma attack or something. It couldn't hurt to have one every once and a while.

Bexley ended up walking to the lake that was out of the neighborhood. It was the gang's favorite place to come whenever the summer was too hot to tolerate. She sits down on a bench that was in front of the lake.

Looking around, she saw that she was the only one there, which was fine by her. She didn't mind having it to herself. This lake was like the lot: peaceful and quiet, a perfect place to hang out.

She let out a yawn and stretched her body, suddenly feeling tired. "Maybe I can rest my eyes for a few minutes. I am kinda tired," she said to herself, laying down on the bench. It was uncomfortable, but she wasn't about to lay on the ground that was partly covered in snow. Her eyes drooped shut and she fell asleep. She woke up because of tires screeching on the road.

(6:30 PM)

The sky had changed from a light grey color to light pink, orange and blue. "Oh glory! How long was I asleep for?! Oh, Darry's gonna skin me," she exclaimed, sitting up quickly.

When she moved, she felt her joints crack loudly from being cramped up for too long. Her head started to pound and her skin was freezing, her cheeks, nose, and ears were red. She needed to get home and fast.