Thomas: The grievers approach you slowly, slime dripping down their mechanical legs. You are pressed up against a wall, and are desperately trying to climb it. But, the spike of a griever jams into your side. You scream as all the grievers come down on you.

"Y/N," Thomas says gently and shakes your shoulders, waking you up. Your eyes are filled with tears as your boyfriend looks at you with a worried look on his face. Thomas pulls you up into his arms and he mutters, "Y/N... are you okay? You were screaming."

"It was just a nightmare... sorry..." you mumble and put your head on his chest.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks and brushes a strand of hair off your face.

You shake your head. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Hey, we're safe now. And if anyone or anything tries to hurt you, you won't be alone."

You smile gratefully, and lean in to kiss him, when you hear, "Oh. My. God. Thomas, Y/N... shut up! I didn't sign up for front row seats to a remake of Romeo and Juliet!"

You giggle and Thomas rolls his eyes. "Slime it, Minho." Then he leans down and kisses you.

Minho: Your boyfriend, Minho, and your best friend, Teresa, stand before you. Their hair is ripped out in various places, pink saliva dribbles out the sides of their mouths and their hands are bloody. But, worst of all, their eyes were just empty, bloody, sockets.

"Please... remember me, Minho, Teresa..." you say as the cranks corner you, muttering something. Teresa raises her knife and grins evilly with the teeth she has left. Then she brings the knife down on you.

"Y/N!" Minho yells as you jolt awake, a tear running down your face. You look at him, completely normal - not a crank from your nightmares, and throw your arms around his neck.

"What's wrong, babe, is everything okay?" He says and places a hand on your face, looking at you with his eyes wide with concern.

"Nightmare... you were... you and Teresa were-were cranks and -" you mumble and Minho shushes you.

"It's okay. I'm not a crank. We're immune, remember?" He says and smiles.
You nod as he pulls you into his chest.

"I love you," you mumble into his neck.

"Love you too, babe," Minho replies and kisses your head.

Newt: You banged your hands against the metal walls. The lift moved upward slowly, it's metal chains making horrific, screeching sounds in the distance. You knew this feeling all too well. You were entering the maze... Again...

The lift stopped, it began to sway back and forth lightly. Then the top slides open revealing the faces of the boys you knew and loved in the Glade... Although they weren't how you remembered them. Where the love of your life Newt once stood, there was a crank with one bright blue eye, his other eye was not there, just a socket of dried blood. It smiles cruelly, although he only has two, sharp, bloody teeth. Where the rest of the Gladers once stood, there were a variety of terrifying monsters that you have had to fight throughout the trials. Tall monsters that shot lightning out of their fingertips, grievers, and out of nowhere, a metal ball falls out of the sky, almost slicing your head off. They all start coming at you.

Then you jolt awake. You gasp, and your heart pounds faster then ever. Newt's eyes flicker open and he looks at you. "Hey, love, are you okay?" he asks, rubbing your back.

You nod, "Yeah, it's fine... just a - just a nightmare..."

"Wanna talk about it?" Newt asks.

You shake your head, going into Newt's embrace. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head as you place your head on his chest. "I love you," he mutters into your hair.

"I love you too."