"Emily!" Newt ran towards the door but was stopped by an invisible barrier that threw him back. He got up and frowned. Minho walked to his side and patted his shoulder.

"We tried talkin' to him but he said he wouldn't talk until he was ready. Whatever that means."Minho sighed. "Don't worry man. You'll be with her again."

Newt gave him a sad smile and then walked back to the boys' dorm, picking up two apples and a bag of mixed nuts on the way. He sat on the first bed he saw and began eating. The boy tried to pace himself since he saw other gladers puking after eating too fast.

Minutes later, the last bite of an apple was munched and the last of the nuts were crunched on and Newt was laying down on the bed and decided to nap. 30 minutes passed before he woke up and he was more jittery than he'd ever felt since they left the maze. 45 minutes before he slept, the man told everyone that they would have to wait for that long until he would answer their questions. That meant there was only 15 more minutes until he got the chance to see Emily again. 15 more minutes until he got the chance to stare into her mesmerizing green eyes. 15 more minutes until he got the chance to hold Emily in his arms. 15 more minutes until he might get a chance to...

Newt shook his head at the thought, his stomach filled with butterflies which caused him to find a distraction. He looked around the room and saw a group of boys playing a game with nuts from the food pile. Newt walked over and joined the game, hoping that the time would pass by fast.

After the sixth round of the game, Newt stretched so he could see the man in the dorm across. To his surprise, the man placed his book down on the desk and reached into a drawer and pulled out a Manila folder which was densely full of unorganized paper. The British boy called all the boys to see the man and everyone gathered around the room.

"Alright," The man started. "I have been instructed to give you this information so please listen carefully."

The man talked about WICKED, the group that had put them through everything. He talked about a virus called the Flare and how they all had it... but some gladers were immune while others were not. The man wouldn't tell who was immune or not. Yes, Newt probably should have been listening but most of his focus had been on Emily. She had not moved for the duration of their time there and he was starting to get worried.

The man informed them of their instructions for the next morning. "Phase Two. The Scorch Trials. This will begin, officially, at six o'clock in the morning. You will come into this room and a shimmery gray area, a Flat Trans, will be found on the wall behind me. Each and every one of you must be through it five minutes after six. Once again, everyone must be through the Flat Trans five minutes after six. Do you understand?"

The room was silent, the boys looked at each other with confusion and fear.

The man rolled his eyes, "I know that all of you heard me and that you have ears." He asked the question again, but slower. "Do... you... under...stand?"

Everyone murmured their yeses and yeahs and the man continued the instructions. "Good. Now, once you go through, you will need to find open air. After that, you will need to head 100 miles due north to make it to the safe haven in a fortnight. By the end, Phase Two will have been completed and you will be cured of the Flare. If you don't make it, you will probably end up dead... eventually."

Once the man finished the instructions, the gladers started to argue and spit out a bunch of questions. The man did absolutely nothing.

Minho rolled his eyes and muttered, "For shucks sake..." He raised his voice, "SHUT UP. This shuckface ain't gonna answer your klunk head questions so stop wastin' your time."

The room went quiet and the man gave a nod to Minho.

"Remember, go north for 100 miles." He turned and started walking towards the wall but then stopped. "Oh, and if any of you were planning to stay here and not go through the Flat Trans, let's just say you will be given a very unpleasant execution." He turned and walked some more but then stopped again. "Agh, so many things are slipping from me. Anyways, for one minute the barrier between you and me will be taken down so you can take that girl," he pointed to Emily's unmoved body. "if you wish. Good day." Finally, with no more stops, the man walked through the wall, as if by magic.

As the man said, the barrier was open. Frypan stuck his hand through and confirmed the barrier's absence. Newt and Minho quickly rushed in and carried Emily into their dorm. Clint put two fingers to the girl's neck to check for a pulse. He took off his fingers and nodded.

"We got a pulse." A small smile appeared on his lips. Newt and Minho sighed in relief.

"Well, I'm gonna go set an alarm and get supplies ready. See ya soon." Minho said before he walked away to the food pile.

Newt replied with a slow reaction by nodding after Minho's back was turned. All that he cared about at the moment was Emily. He held her hand and waited patiently for her to wake up. To pass the time, he told her all the things she had missed and he confessed things that he would be too nervous to say if she was conscious. After an hour, Emily's hand lightly squeezed Newt's. To test whether he was crazy or not, he squeezed back. As soon as he did that, she squeezed his hand again but this time, she spoke.

"Hey Newtie." Her voice was weak and quiet. "Do you have pizza?"

Newt chuckled. "Sorry, love. We have apples, though."

Emily groaned in disappointment then stretched. "Is Teresa here?"

Newt froze. "Um... no."

"Gah, figures." Emily moved to the right side of her bed so Newt could lie down on the left, which he did. "Before I was knocked out, I heard them say something about her being in the Scorch. Whatever that is. I hope I get to see her again."

"Maybe you can talk to her telepathically?" Newt suggested as he tucked hair behind her ear.

Emily smacked her forehead. "Right. Phht. Hold on. It feels like I haven't done this in a while."

She concentrated and when she did, her eyes were closed and relaxed and her nose crinkled. Newt smiled goofily, thinking about how cute she looked.

"Teresa? Resa? Terrrrresa? Teresa beresa meresa ster--"

"Stop!"  Teresa's voice rang loudly in Emily's head.

"Yeesh. Sorry. Sup, it's Emily. Anyways where are yo--"

"Get out of my head!"

"Wha... Resa.. stop joking around. This is serious. Where ar--"

"How about you stop joking around? Why don't you try listening to me? I said, get out of my head! First, some Thomas dude and now... you!? "

Emily paused, stunned at what her twin was saying to her. She tried speaking again.

"Sis.. I'm sorry.. I.."

"Sis? As in sister?"

"Uh yeah, dummy. We're sisters. Twins. Remember?"

"You're a crazy person. I don't have a sister, let alone a twin."

"But Teres--"

"Ugh just leave me alone! Stop talking to me! I have no idea who you are and you sure as hell aren't my sister or else you would have listened to me and stopped talking. Leave me alone."

Emily opened her eyes and they started to become glassy. Newt's voice filled with concern, "What happened?"

She stuttered in incomplete sentences. "I.. I was talking... she... she... didn't know who I was.... doesn't remember me." Her eyes started welling up even more.

"Oh, love." He moved his hand to wipe away her tears. Emily moved closer to him so his arms wrapped around hers and her head was against his chest. He smoothed down her hair and kissed her forehead. "We're going to find her... and we're going to find out what's going through her shuck head. Okay?"

Emily nodded and she wiped away another tear.

"C'mon. Let's try to get our minds off of it. Hey, hey. Look at me."

Emily looked up at him, her eyes shining, thanks to her tears. It made her green eyes look like sparkling emeralds. She sniffled.

"It's going to be okay... We've got each other and that's what counts. As long as we are with each other, nothing bad will ever happen. I have your back and I'm sure you have mine. I swear to you that I will do anything to help you get your sister back and --"

Emily interrupted his 'speech' by pressing her lips to his. Newt's eyes widened and he stared down at her. Milliseconds after, he calmed down and he started to kiss her back. It was slow and sweet but it only lasted for a short amount of time. She pulled away and a blush started to creep on both of their faces.

"I... um..." said Emily.

"Um..." Newt sat up and Emily did the same.

"Er... thank you. For what you said. I, uh, hope we find Teresa soon."

"Of course... No problem."

Hesitantly, Emily pecked his cheek. Newt looked down at her with an unreadable look on his face. Emily looked down at her legs with embarrassment. Newt placed his thumb on the top of her chin while his pointer finger was on the bottom and turned her head so she was looking at him. He then cupped one side of her face which let her rest her head into it and she stared into his brown eyes.

Newt spoke softly. "You missed."

And with that, their lips met.