A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Since I am going to be doing responses for chapter 2 before this chapter, and responses for chapter 3 afterward. Also if your review just say things like 'can't wait till next chapter' , I will just pm you so I don't use half a page saying thanks.

Maddie Loves Books: It's good to hear that you liked the different points of view. I was afraid it would confuse people, but I'm glad it didn't.

FrankElza: I initially wasn't going to have Ponyboy wake up until a later chapter, and I'm glad it worked out that way too. And with what you said about Pony wanting to get up and Darry not letting him, I was hoping it wasn't OOC so it's a good thing you liked that.

I do not own The Outsiders or any of the characters. This whole chapter is in Ponyboy's POV.

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I have been awake for a week now. Today is the day I leave because the doctor says I am gaining my strength unexpectedly fast. Darry is just outside my room filling out paperwork before I can leave. I will not miss this place that's for sure. The white walls, cold air, and sounds of people coughing all day just makes me even happier to be leaving. I haven't been able to see any of the gang either, except Darry and Soda. said its so I don't have anything distracting me from getting better. But what does he know, it's not like he has his PhD. Well he does, but still.

Darry slowly entered the room, a huge grin on his face. "C'mon buddy. We're going home."

I simply nodded but in my head I was leaping for joy. Boy, I just can't wait to get home. I want to be able to sleep in my own bed, in my own room, in my own house. I have missed the chocolate cake, Soda's purple mashed potatoes, and Darry's cooking. Heck, I even missed hearing Mickey Mouse from the television.

The ride home was longer than I thought it would be. Probably because I was so anxious to get there. As soon as Darry pulled onto our street I could hear Two-Bit hollering. When we approached the house the door flew open. It was Soda.

"Welcome home buddy!"

"You should be saying Welcome back from the dead," Two-bit joked. "Hi Two-bit," I laughed.

I was getting a bunch of 'hello's and 'hi's from the gang. Even Steve. I wasn't listening to them though. I was talking to Johnny. Imagine not seeing your best friend for a week. Well, four weeks if you count the time I was asleep. He caught me up with everything that had happened while I was "gone." Apparently Dallas was in cooler for ninety days. I wasn't surprised. He can't go very long without running into trouble.

Somehow the whole group migrated into the house. Things were going pretty normal. Soda and Steve were playing poker, Johnny was talking to me, Darry was reading the paper, and Two bit was somewhere in the house. Nobody babied me and that I was grateful for. Suddenly a huge crash could be heard from the kitchen. Two-bit walked into the living room with a guilty look. His hands were suspiciously placed behind his back.

"Keith," Darry asked, "What did you do?" Two-bit slowly backed away out of Darry's reach. "Nothing," he claimed. Darry stood up and walked into the kitchen. Next thing you know Darry was sending curse words across the house. "You stupid idiot! That was my mom's vase! It was her favorite! You ruined it!" Darry's face was bright red with anger, " I let you come here whenever you please and this is what you do?! I want you out of this house now Keith! Don't come back!"

"But Darry," Two-bit pleaded, "I'm sorry."

Darry was already real angry and he never knew how to hold in all his emotions. He exploded and was about to slam his fist into Two-bits face. "Darry No!" I stood up and threw my hand out. My vision began blurring. I brought my hand down and the blurriness was gone. I felt like I was having déjà vu. Everyone was in their original places. Johnny was repeating the story he had said just a few minutes ago. It was like it never even happened. Maybe it didn't. What if this was the gift that odd box was telling me about. Can I go back in time? I stood up while Johnny was midsentence and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough he was holding the vase he had destroyed earlier. I can keep him from breaking it. I can keep Darry from exploding with anger and punching him. I can change the future, or present, whatever you wanna call it.

"Two-bit put that down," I demanded, "It was my mom's don't touch it."

"Why?"

"Cause," crap what do I say, "I'm gonna tell Darry."

"Geez kid nobody likes a tattle tell." He set the vase down and rolled his eyes before leaving. I would rather have him think I'm a tattle tell than to have Darry ban him from our house.

I have gotta tell the gang. But they might think I'm crazy. Darry might think I got into some drugs. Druggies do always say some crazy stuff. I won't tell them. I can't tell anyone. I can't risk it. This has to be a secret.

A/N: How did you all like it? I posted late today and for that I'm sorry. Anyway let me know what you think. Here are the responses for chapter 3's reviews.

GreaserG1rl201: I'm glad you liked the dream. It's good to see it wasn't as bad as I thought.

FrankElza:p I didn't include his therapy in this story because it's not very beneficial to the story-line. If you can't tell from the first paragraph he did better than good in therapy.

Pony'sgirlfriend: I am so very happy you like this and FrankElza made a good pair with NIAH, so it would be obvious that I liked it. It's nice seeing that an amazing writer thinks I'm good at writing.