Thomas and his partner – a tall muscular boy with Asian face and black hair – were back just as I wished. I've been here for a week and I practically memorised their schedule of going in and out of the Maze. They're wasting their time, again I thought.

For the past few days, since I woke up, Thomas had been avoiding me. Completely. He didn't come to see me as soon as he received the news that I awoke. He didn't talk to me since then, too. He didn't even glance at me whenever we passed each other by. His gestures really bothered me. He's my brother, whom I always looked up to, who always gave me protection in our old world. But then, the Creators wiped all their memories before they put them in the Glade so I couldn't blame him. But right now, I wondered if I was that lucky to have my memory without even one being torn away.

"That Minho guy, right there," Teresa spoke, breaking my thoughts, "tough and handsome, isn't he?" she asked, which surprised me.

When she noticed how unexpected I was to hearing those words than came out from her mouth, she laughed. "What, didn't you have a conversation about a boy with your girl friends before?" she asked me.

I did, I wanted to answer. In fact, with you. But I couldn't, could I? A flash of her image when she looked astounded when I suddenly attacked her days and days ago as soon as I got my memory back, made me stop myself from saying anything that I remembered.

"God, it feels so good to have another girl in the Glade," she said with a sigh of relieved. "Do you know how hard it was when I had no one to talk about girl thingies? It was so depressing," she told me as we sat nearby a forest. We had our backs against the wall behind us.

I sat there in silence, as I watched Thomas and Minho walked towards the Map Room.

"This is Tom's favourite place, actually," Teresa suddenly told me when I didn't reply her previously. "I don't know why I am telling this, but yeah, this is his place," she said, looking around and up the tree behind us, her eyes shining in admiration. "You know what? I actually feel I really have a connection with you. And I did actually believe you when you said Tom is your brother. I am sorry I-"

"What? How do you know? You remember?" I look at her with excitement and hope to know that someone else beside me remembered.

She sighed and turned away sadly. "Not really," she answered me.

"What do you mean 'not really'?" I asked, curiosity bubbling inside me.

"Well," – she shifted to face me – "like you already knew we all came here without any memories about our old lives. The only thing we know was our first name. But, sometimes, individually, I feel like there's something I remember yet I couldn't pinpoint where or how I can remember it. Like it's a déjà vu or something," she explained. Though it sounded unrealistic, but it made sense. "Thomas said the same thing. That he remembers, but he didn't know how or with whom the memories were made."

"Oh," was all I could say after her long explanation. When she said about Thomas felt the same way made me think if he actually remembered me, just only didn't know how.

"What about you?" Teresa suddenly asked. Her voice sounded intrigued.

"Huh?"

"What about you, Eva? The first day you got here, you remember everything – Thomas, me, Newt. You said you're Tom's sister and I'm his best friend," Teresa pointed. "How do you know? Did the Creators only wipe your memories a little unlike us?"

Teresa was slightly right. I could see she had a point there. If I decided to play a game with her, I knew she would immediately figure out how I could remember everything. Because Teresa I knew was intelligent. She could read people's mind. Though she couldn't read mine, but she was used with all my facial expressions. She memorised all my facial expressions.

"You know, whenever you made faces, I know I knew you," Teresa said as if to confirm my previous thoughts. "Your face is somehow familiar to me. You look like someone I was closed to. Best friends, maybe."

My heart stopped when she said it aloud. I knew she didn't mean anything with the word, but it touched me.

I nervously laughed to hide my anxiousness. "Yeah, well ..."

"What is it?" she asked me softly. Her blue eyes protruding mine.

I battled with myself either to tell her or not.

"Look, this may be strange, but I can read Thomas and others telepathically, but I can't read your mind – which frustrates me sometimes," she told me yet something I knew the reason why. "Tell me about you, Eva. There's no secret anymore. Everybody here knows you're much different from us so tell me about you now. How you know us? Your old life? What more you know about the Glade, if you know. The Creators. The Maze. Everything about this world we never knew of," Teresa encouraged me.

"If I tell you everything, can I trust you?" I asked, looking at her in the eye to show her that I really meant it.

"How can you not?" Teresa raised an eyebrow. "You looked like you know me long enough. I quickly get attached to you than other Gladers as soon as you woke up – well ... beside Chuck and Newt. I felt a connection with you."

I didn't know why but Teresa made me suddenly chuckled. "You had a point," I told her.

After a few seconds, she spoke, "So?"

I sighed. "Well," I began, "there are a lot of things about me to tell you. I doubt I can finish in only a night," I tell her honestly. I waited for Teresa to say something, like to tell me that we had the rest of the week – or month or year – for us to talk about it. But when she didn't say anything, I continued:

"For the start, I am going to tell you about me, the connection between you and me and Thomas," I started. "Like you heard before, Thomas is my brother. One mom, one dad. You, Teresa, is his best friend and mine, too actually. Thomas and I were really close so he brought anywhere he went so that was the reason why we're best friends, too – because we three hung out a lot. We have no parents, all of us. We are orphans, whose parents got killed by an infectious disease called the Flare. I don't know how they took only our parents' life, but not us, so don't ask me that question," I warned her.

"Err," she stuttered, "Okay." She nodded her head, obliged with my warn. "So how do you know Newt?" she asked – out of all other questions that were more important than that.

"I- I don't want talk about that," I muttered.

"My ... you surely do!"

"No," I protested.

"Yes, you are, Evalina."

I sighed. "This whole world-"

"No, not that one. The Newt one," Teresa pressed me to tell me about Newt that I've been praying that no one would ask me that question about him.

"Teresa, what we face is more important than my little sad story about Newt," I told her sternly. "I am sure you don't want to hear it. It sucks!"

"That's the reason why you should tell me – because it sucks."

Teresa could sometimes be a bit pushy, just like how I remembered her. It could be positive when it came to bullying like how I faced in school, but not something like I'd been wanting to avoid, like this matter. It's hard to lose the argument with her. But knowing I could trust her, I knew there would be nothing wrong in telling her the real problem.

I took a deep breath to recompose before I opened my mouth and told her. "Newt was our senior, same as Minho – I saw Minho before in school yet I didn't know his name until I came here. Let's say everybody loved him – Newt, I mean – in school and so was I. I kept quiet though, didn't want to act like other girls who threw themselves at Newt though they were far smarter than me. So yeah, he's just a crush." I shrugged.

"I see." Teresa nodded, understood. I expected her to cheer like those clingy school girls back at the real world, but she wasn't. "So when did Newt enter the Glade? And the others if you know."

"Like two years or so ago. He suddenly went missing and didn't attend school. Everybody started to talk about it, giving out their theories about it since he was like the fourth or fifth person who went suddenly missing after a few weeks."

"Who was the first gone missing?" Teresa asked, curious.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "A boy I didn't know his name of. Minho was like the third person, I guess. After his best friend. And then Alby and then Newt and then a few more I didn't recognise. Two years after that, it was my brother."

"And me," Teresa added.

"And me," I repeated Teresa's word, mentioning myself.

There was a short silence as Teresa and I were drowned in our own world. But then my friend broke the silence. "By the sound of you telling me about you and Tom, you both looked so close. It must be hard for you to lose him."

"Indeed, yeah," I agreed. "I was searching for him every corner of the school when he didn't go to school for a few days. Back at the real world, we stayed in a hostel. Separated gender hostel. I asked for him from the teachers, but they simply told me that they didn't know and I shouldn't be worried because he was safe."

"Didn't you know if he was working somewhere?"

"I know. I know he was working for the WICKED, and so are you. He wouldn't skip school just to work there. Both of you actually hated there. So when Thomas was gone, both of us actually had a hard time."

"I did?"

"Apparently."

A moment of silence told me that both of us needed time to think – Teresa think about everything I told her and I think about what more should I tell her and how. I wanted to continue when I once again ready, yet Teresa looked so preoccupied with herself, that made me hesitated whether to continue or not. But by the look on her face, she looked as if she was calling for someone.

"Teresa?" called my brother's panic voice. "Teresa, are you-" he immediately stopped when he saw me sitting with his best friend. "What is she doing here?" Thomas asked her. I saw his jaw clenching, as if mad at me for being here.

Thomas really changed. Or at least, with me. He didn't look like he was or the one I knew. In the monitor, he was all so positive. He was open-minded. He took people's opinion and people's presence with open arms. Just as good and friendly as he was before he went missing. But when I got here, he looked like he wanted to deny me or even kill me.

"Tom, she has a lot to tell to us," Teresa told my brother. She looked at him with her soft yet stern blue eyes; meanwhile Thomas's eyes are glued on me.

"I don't want to hear it," Thomas said. "C'mon, Teresa, stay away from her." He grabbed Teresa's hand and dragged her away from me.

"Tom, what are you- ouch, you're hurting me!" Teresa yelled as she stumbled on the root of one of the big trees.

"You're a tough girl, aren't you, so stay tough," he told Teresa. His voice had no hint of protecting her, but more to ordering her.

"Stop, Thomas. You have to listen to me first," Teresa said as he planted her heels on the ground to stop my brother from dragging her.

"We can talk in the Homestead."

"Bring Eva along," Teresa told him through her clenched jaws. There's no doubt she was really angry at Thomas and would kill him any time.

"No," Thomas stubbornly replied.

"Yes, you will!" Teresa suddenly yelled. She took me surprise, well, everyone in the Glade. Before I kept my eyes on the couple in front of me, I managed to glance at the other Gladers, who'd stopped from doing their works and turned towards them with confusion.

"Teresa, what are you doing?" Thomas asked Teresa lowly. "That girl is dangerous! There's something in her is dangerous! You shouldn't be close to her!" My brother pointed at me.

"My... what have gotten you, Thomas?" Teresa glared at my brother. "She's fine! She's not dangerous! In fact, she has everything that every one of us has to know!" Teresa spoke as loud as she could so that others could hear her.

"What are you saying?" Thomas still kept his voice low. "Nobody remember once they got out of the Box, Teresa. Nobody but her!"

"It's because she's special," Teresa stated. For the millionth time, I guessed, she made my heart dropped as in she really surprised me. She had faith in me. She knew I was special. But she didn't know how special I was, no doubt. She didn't remember anything.

"Yeah? How special she is?" Thomas asked.

Teresa didn't answer. She didn't really know the answer. Without replying Thomas' question she sounded as if she lost the argument, but I knew she wasn't. She won't lose just like that.

"See, you don't know yourself," Thomas pointed in a matter-of-a-factly.

"I know, Thomas. I just don't know how she's special, but I know," Teresa defended me. With Thomas' eyes still on her, she walked back towards where I was sitting and held her hand out. "Let's get back to Homestead," she offered.

I looked at her with an eyebrow raised, as if asking her if it was a good idea. Sensing my doubt, Teresa quickly nodded her head, her hand still held out for me to reach.

I quickly took her hand and got up, leaving the blanket on the leafy ground. "Maybe the Creators planted in his brain to hate my face," I told her as I followed her back to Homestead, ignoring Thomas, who was trailing behind us. Teresa didn't comment anything. When we got to Homestead, Newt and Alby and a few others including Chuck stood at the front door, as if wanting us to answer what happened as a ticket for us to get into the house.

Teresa told them to call a Gathering if they want to know what happened. When Alby protested along with Thomas, Teresa said, "It's the Gathering or nothing," that it made Alby instantly agreed to call a Gathering the next day.

As Teresa pulled me inside the house, Newt had his eyes shining on mewith curiosity.