Needless to say, you didn't get much sleep that evening. You'd been ordered only to rest (well... attempt to sleep) for a few hours or so, before "Group A", as Janson had put it, arrived. Harriet had encouraged everyone to settle down and rest for as long as they had. You weren't sure if anyone could sleep, under the constant, incessant wailing screams, which sounded like one of a dying cat's.

The girl who'd you'd spoken to earlier (you still hadn't asked her name) laid down next to you, and you rolled onto your side and forced your eyes closed.

There was no way you'd be sleeping tonight.

Harriet woke you around midnight. Well, she walked around and snapped at people to get up. You hadn't even dozed off, just lay under your sheet, staring up at the dark ceiling.

"Teresa's already ready!" she called. You looked around for Teresa, spotting her a little ways away. Her back was to you, but her black hair was shiny and ran down her shoulders and back. She was dressed in clean clothes (Which had mysteriously been left hidden in a metal box behind a large sand pile, labeled Teresa) and was pacing back and forth, a worried expression plastered onto her pretty face. You felt a pang of sadness, that Thomas was getting used like this, by someone he seemed to genuinely care about. But despite how Teresa had been acting, and her whole "I'll kill Thomas. He needs to pay for what he did to me" routine, she looked scared, and kind of guilty.

"Someone go to the speakers!" Harriet ordered. "Once Thomas comes into view, we need to shut them off. The rest of you, hide!"

It was so dark now, you could barely see three feet in front of you. You stuck your hands out and felt your way up the steps that were positioned in the back of the building.

"I see him!" A girl standing near the open door shouted, pointing out beyond the horizon. Your heart skipped a beat, and you ducked behind the thick pillar you were hiding behind. You were actually going to see your friend for the first time since the Maze. It occurred to you, Thomas and the others probably thought you were dead by now, left paralyzed after the sky had turned grey and they were planning their escape.

You heard scrambling, as girls rushed to their assigned places. All at once, the wailing screams that had been blasted through the warehouse for hours on end stopped. It left your ears ringing and the silence that followed was pure bliss.

You stood there for what felt like hours, straining your ears to catch little snippets of their conversation. The crunch of their footsteps against the sand. The creaking of the wooden door as they pushed it open further. Then, you heard Thomas's voice, and you balled your hands into fists. You wanted nothing more than to run out and hug him. Tell him that you weren't dead, and leave these girls to go back with Newt and Minho and Chuck (assuming they were all still alive. You didn't let yourself dwell on it though). You knew you couldn't though because risking the lives of everyone here would just be the stupidest thing you could've done then.

The smell of mildew hung low in the air, and you took in slow, shallow breaths -- so you wouldn't chance Thomas hearing anything. When the door creaked open, you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and pressed your back hard into the stone pillar.

"Theresa?" His voice rang out clearly, echoing off the rusted metal walls. You froze, muscles tensing, heart leaping into your throat. You heard Teresa sniff like she was crying and trying to stifle it. "Teresa, please. I don't know what's happened or what they did to you, but I'm here now. This is crazy. Just talk to-" Thomas cut off as if someone had thrown a gag over his mouth. You caught sight of a small flame in your peripheral vision, probably one of the matches that had been left out for Teresa, along with a small wooden table. There was silence again, and you threw a hand over your mouth to quiet your heavy breathing. Your friend was standing right there, possibly in mortal danger, and you were hiding.

You can't put these girl's lives in danger, you told yourself sternly. If you jumped out now, who knows what Janson or WICKED would do to them.

You heard Teresa sniff again, and shift her weight from one foot to the other. Did her and Thomas have something back in the Maze? He was definitely close to her -- especially if he trusted her enough to follow her into a dark warehouse, probably fully aware that it could be a trap.

You clenched your knuckles tighter and let your head fall soundlessly onto the pillar and your eyes fall closed.Was this really the right thing to do?

"Teresa," Thomas hissed, holding the s out longer. Teresa hated him. She agreed to kill him. You should do something. "What's wrong?"

You couldn't snap now.

There was some more shuffling and then Teresa let out a scream of alarm, her voice cracking.

"No! Get away from me!" She wasn't trying to protect him... right? After everything that she'd said about killing him, and what he'd done to her...

"Okay, okay. Teresa, what..." Thomas trailed off, probably hurt, and confused. You felt awful, but just pressed your shoulder blades farther into the stone and kept your mouth closed tightly.

There was another long silence, save for the scuffling of feet against sand. You wanted nothing more than to peek out from behind your hiding spot. Just for a second.

"Teresa, I've thought about you every second since they took you away. You-" He was cut off once again but the pounding of feet, then the sound of clothing being wrinkled. You hoped that if they were hugging, Teresa wouldn't try and stab him in the back or something. They still didn't talk, and, without another thought, you shot your head out long enough to take a look at the scene.

Thomas and Teresa were locked together, her arms wrapped around his neck. You didn't know what to think, your thoughts all jumbled up in one big unorganized pile of unanswered questions.

There was a sharp gasp, then some more shuffling, and the sound of something slamming against the wall.

"Get away from me, Tom," Teresa spat. "All of you need to get... away... from me. Don't argue. Just leave. Run." For a split second, Thomas didn't say anything -- and if you were in his position, you probably couldn't have thought of anything to say either.

"Teresa," he said, voice breaking. "I'll find you."

Was she trying to save him, or hurt him?

The sound of feet crunching on sand started, not stopping until it echoed farther and farther away. Still, you didn't come out of your hiding place until Harriet gave the all clear, which was a good five minutes later.

"Alright everyone!" she shouted. "It's over! He's long gone!"

You pushed off the pillar and stumbled back down the steps, immediately searching the wide room for Teresa's face. You soon spotted her, still backed up against the far wall, her pale cheeks wet with tears, a look of pure terror splayed across her face. Sonya and a brown-haired girl were with her, speaking in hushed tones and rubbing her shoulder. You paused a minute, debating whether it was really the best idea to go over there, before shrugging it off and walking over to her in a few long strides.

"Hey guys," you said, sticking your hands in your pockets and trying your best not to look intimidated. Teresa finally brought her gaze up from the ground and turned it to you. You stared back, determined not to back down. "You okay?" She looked a little surprised but nodded.

"T-they were controlling me," she sputtered, a new bout of tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I-I didn't know what I was doing. They made me kiss him... and I..." she trailed off, her voice getting too soft for anyone to understand what she was trying to say. "He's done such horrible things."

You narrowed your eyes.

What things exactly?

"I'm surprised WICKED let him get away," you piped up, and every head turned towards you. Sonya cocked an eyebrow, obviously wanting you to elaborate. "Um... I mean, since they were controlling you-" you gestured to Teresa "-and you told him to run away, I'm just a little surprised they did that. Considering, ya know, they want him dead and stuff."

"He's a monster," Teresa spat, shaking her head so her hair fell over her shoulders and in front of her face. "He deserves what he has coming."

"He cares about you," you couldn't help but shoot back. "He really was happy to see you alive, and I'm sure he really enjoyed that kiss you -- or WICKED -- smacked on him." You wanted to say more. Wanted to make her understand. But you knew the girls already didn't trust you, and defending Thomas was one way to lose anything you may have gained on them since you'd first started out.

Teresa just stared blankly at you, and you looked down at the ground.

"Alright, everybody! Over here!" Harriet called, saving you from some bad excuse for what you'd said and an awkward exit. 

"Okay," she started when everyone was huddled together in one big group. "Now that that's over with, we can move on to the important goal here -- getting to the Safe Haven in less than two weeks."

"What about the whole 'capturing Thomas thing' once we get there?" one girl piped up, and Harriet shot her a stern glare.

"I was getting to that." You crossed your arms and bit your lip worriedly. What 'capturing Thomas thing'? "We've been instructed to find Thomas and his group once we get to the other side of the mountains." You wouldn't let your hopes rise again, knowing full-well that 'Thomas's group' would mean seeing Newt and Minho and Chuck again -- though not under the happiest of circumstances. "But, for now, we just need to worry about getting there." 

She turned to the girl who'd spoken. "And we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She nodded and shrunk back into the crowd. "All that Janson wrote here is that there should be some kind of entrance back to the underground tunnels we started out in. We just have to find it, and follow them."

Are you crazy? You wanted to scream. Voluntarily go back down with the death balls that killed two people?

Someone shouted a protest, voicing your thoughts.

"Are you seriously suggesting we go back down there? After those ball things attacked Helen and Annie?"

"I'm not going down there again!"

"It's too dangerous!"

"Quiet!" Sonya shouted, stepping to the front of the crowd. "Did it occur to you guys that maybe those death balls are gone?" She set her hands on her hips. "Janson wouldn't send us all down there, just to be killed by those things -- if he needs us to find Thomas again."

You wanted to argue but couldn't think of anything to say to that. It was true that they needed at least most of the group alive for the time being, but that still didn't change the fact you didn't want to go back down into that dark hole again.

The group dispersed with one last glare shot by Harriet, who then ordered everyone to start looking for the entrance back into the dark hole.

"Stay if you want," she'd said. "But we're not coming back for you."