Panic arose throughout all of the Glade. Emily's eyes widened with fear and she broke apart from Newt.

"YOU SLINTHEADS! GET TO THE HOMESTEAD! PICK UP YOUR PONY-LOVIN' BUTTS AND HURRY THE SHUCK UP!" Minho yelled at the top of his lungs as he guided Gladers to the Homestead.

Emily looked back at the Doors then back to Newt. His eyes were filled with terror but he remained calm as he took her hand and limped as fast as he could. Emily looked down at his leg and noticed the limp, which caused her to slow down a bit. How did he get that? She thought. She shook her head and reminded herself that she would be murdered by a griever if she didn't hurry up. Newt and Emily were the last ones to get into the room before Alby slammed it shut. Emily leaned against the wall and slid down, breathing heavily. Newt sat down beside her and she let her head rest on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"I'm alright. My bloody leg is a bit sore though." Newt rubbed his leg, the one Emily noticed he was limping on.

"What happ-"

"I'll tell you another time. Let's just rest. I'm bugging exhausted." And with that, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

Emily looked straight ahead of her and tried to process everything. Chuck snapped his fingers in front of her face and she snapped out of her daze.

"Emily," Chuck whispered, not so quietly, "Minho's doing roll call, he called you."

Emily looked up, "Here."

Minho glared at her for her late reply then continued calling out names. He finished and everyone was accounted for. Emily looked around the room then stared at Gally and realized she hadn't seen him for a few days.

Emily leaned over to Frypan, "Do I have bad observation skills or did Gally disappear and then show up?"

"He ran into the maze a few days ago --"

"Wait, how come I didn't see this?"

"You were too busy sleeping. Anyways, he was gone for a few days and he came back while you were in the Slammer. He said something about how the grievers were going to come and kill someone every night..."

Emily raised her eyebrow, "Well... everyone's here..."

Frypan shrugged, "Crazy shank. Tryin' to scare us, I guess."

Suddenly, a scream pierced the silent air. Everyone whipped their heads to the source and saw Gally clutching his head. Newt got up slowly and tried to calm him down but the screaming boy moved away from him and ripped off one of the boards that barricaded the window. Gally started to whip the board around and the end of it found it's home: Newt's head. Newt fell down and Emily ran to his aid. As Emily was dragging him over to a safer place, the metal legs of a griever reached in and took Gally. Teresa slowly walked over to the window and looked out to the Glade.

"All the Grievers are leaving." She said solemnly.

Everyone in the room sighed with relief. Emily stroke Newt's dirty blonde hair as his head sat in her lap. A few moments later, he woke up with a start.

"WHERE IS THAT BLOODY SHANK?!" Then he pressed his palms to his head, "Agh, my buggin' head."

"Newt," Emily brought his head back into her lap, "calm down. The grievers... they took Gally."

Newt brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed them, "Could this night get any crazier?"

Emily sighed, "Hopefully not. You'd better get some rest. Gally hit your head pretty hard."

"Alright." He said while he positioned himself to be more comfortable.

"Goodnight Newtie."

"Goodnight love." He said softly before instantly falling asleep.

She blushed at him calling her "love". She gave a small smile then kissed him on his forehead, right on the bump that was forming. Quiet giggles erupted and Emily looked up to see the rest of the gladers, a) wiggling their eyebrows, b) making a heart with their hands, or c) giving her cheesy winks. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Shut up."

The gladers teased some more as they chanted with hushed voices, a mix of: "Nemily" and "Newtly"

Newt started to stir and mumble which caused Emily to give the boys a threatening look. They quickly ceased their chanting and looked down. Emily smiled triumphantly and leaned her head against the wall as sleep overcame her.

********

Emily woke up with a blanket on her. She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she slowly got up to look out the window. Everyone was either working, doing nothing, or repairing what the grievers destroyed the night before. The girl picked up her blanket and tied it around her neck like a cape.

"Em? You up yet?"

"Morning, Teresa."

"Oh good. Come to the weapons room. We, as in Newt, Minho, Thomas and Alby, need to talk."

"Uh... whatever it is, I didn't steal Minho's hair gel yesterday. And where is this weapons room exactly?"

"No... it's not about that."

Teresa told her the directions then Emily proceeded to leave the Homestead in search of her sister. Emily finally found the room and saw the five gladers standing around a table. Four out the five with their arms crossed and eyeing her cape/blanket.

"Uh... what did I do?" She tried.

"Nothing." Newt answered as he adjusted the ice pack on his head and chuckled at her cape, "Come here."

Emily tentatively walked over beside Newt and looked down at the table. A messily written/drawn plan was present. Minho started explaining it and he stopped at an empty space.

"Uh.." Emily started.

"Teresa said that there were some words that she told you when she came. I remembered that you brought me a paper with some words on it. Still have it?" Minho asked.

"Yeah." Emily dug out the crumpled paper from her pocket, "Here." She handed it to the Asian boy. He smoothed it out on the table and scribbled the words in the blank space.

Emily scrunched her eyebrows together, "So what does this have to do with the plan?"

"After Teresa told us about the words, Tommy said that he thought they might help with the escape." Newt replied.

"How...?"

"I have no bloody clue." Newt shook his head then turned to Thomas.

Thomas became frigid but his tone was unconvincing, "I don't know either, it's just a wild guess. Maybe it's a code or something?"

Minho gave him a dubious look, "Great, Thomas. Real helpful."

"Guys, guys, it doesn't matter. Yet. Maybe we'll end up using it but I just think we should focus on how we're going to pull this off..." Emily said.

"Emily's right." Alby nodded, "I don't think we can risk losin' another glader to those shucking grievers like that again."

Everyone agreed and started discussing.

********

Due to Emily getting hungry and confused of all the complicated plans, they decided to call a Gathering and tell the rest of the gladers everything. Once everything was said, the gladers erupted with conversation. Thomas managed to convince everyone with information that he claims he got from dreams. Emily thought that all of it sounded too detailed but she shrugged it off because at least it got everyone on board.

Night fell and everyone finished up preparing for the next day. The day they would finally escape this prison. Emily plunked down in her hammock. Chuck was laying down in the hammock next to her.

"Em-dog?" Chuck asked, a little too loud, which resulted in the rest of the gladers shushing him. He tried again, slightly quieter this time, "Em-dog?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think... that we have parents out there? Waiting for us? Looking for us?"

Emily paused and moved to a sitting position, "Um..."

Chuck's face started to drain of hope and happiness. Emily continued, "I think there is. There's got to be. Don't worry Chucky."

"What do you think my mom is doing? Do you think she's looking for me?"

"I... I'm sure she's trying." Emily said, sounding unsure.

Chuck's mouth turned into a straight line and his eyes started to become glassy.

"Hey... don't worry. We're going to find your mom." Emily reassured, "Okay?"

The curly haired boy wiped his eyes, "Really?"

"I promise. I promise I'll get you back to your mom. I promise I'll take you home."

Chuck sniffled, "Okay." And his eyes drooped seconds before his snoring filled the air.

********

Emily stayed sitting until Newt walked over. She made room for him so he could sit across from her.

"Hey." She addressed.

"Hey Emily."

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah." he nodded, "just nervous." Newt rubbed his leg subconsciously.

"Hey... do you think you could tell me what... what happened to your leg?" Emily asked hesitantly.

"Uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You don't need to. I'm sorry for asking."

"No. It's ok... I... got my limp from... from the maze." His face looked pained at the thought of the memory.

"You used to be a runner, right? Did you get it from... a griever?" She guessed.

"Yes, but no..."

"Then how..."

"I... climbed one of the walls, Em, and I... I jumped. I just.. I couldn't live with this anymore. I didn't see the point in living... I... I meant to land on my head but.. I landed on my shucking leg and now look at where it got me." Tears started forming in his eyes at the thought of his suicide.

The girl's eyes widened and she moved towards him to comfort him, "Newt... I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to put you through that."

The blonde boy wiped his eyes, "Don't be. It's alright. I trust you."

She smiled softly and the edges of his mouth perked up a little. He looked down at her watch.

"I should go. We need all the sleep we can get." He started to walk to his hammock when she called his name.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

"Can you... stay here with me?"

Newt nodded and walked back to her. Emily stepped out of her hammock and Newt took her place. She plopped back in and rested her head on his chest.

"Goodnight Newtie."

"Wait, promise me you'll stay safe tomorrow." He said softly as he wrapped his arm around her.

"I promise."

"Good that. Goodni--"

"Wait," She interrupted him, "Promise me that if you ever start... having bad thoughts again... that you'll talk to me. I will always be there for you. You are and can be the strong Newt that I know you are. I just... I want you to be happy. You deserve a good life, Newt."

Newt stayed silent but Emily had to say one more thing, "Please, Newtie. For me?"

The British boy paused then whispered, "I promise. But... please don't leave me."

Emily answered gently, "I will never leave you."

She looked up at Newt and kissed his jaw. She snuggled her head back into his chest and closed her eyes. Newt looked down at Emily and kissed her forehead. He could feel her steady breaths as he looked up to the starry sky of the Glade. Her words echoed in his head.

I will never leave you.