I watch closely as Subject A7 runs, carrying Subject A6 his arms as Subject A2 follows close behind. They run towards the centre of the Maze, the Glade. Checking their brain waves, results show they are, indeed, frightened for her. And so they should be. I, myself, am not even sure what has just happened.

I shut off my computer and walk with haste towards the office of Chancellor Ava Paige, trying not to let my anger show as I ring the bell at the door of her office. The intercom above the door buzzes 'Miss Chancellor Ava Paige is not available right now, if the matter is urgent, please report to Assistant Director Janson for further information.'

I huff in irritation as I walk down the marble halls, my heels making clacking noises as I go. You would think that since he is Assistant Director, his office would be close to hers, I mutter in my head.

Words of disapproval are not spoken here, unless it involves something which has happened within either group of the Trials.

When I finally reach Mr Janson's office, I ring the bell, and an intercom buzzes 'Please identify personal'.

I pull an ID card out of my pocket, and scan it below the bell. After a moment, the door slides open, revealing Janson himself, sitting behind an oak desk looking through papers.

"What can I do for you, Ms Whyte?" He asks, not bothering to look at me.

I walk until I am standing in front of his desk staring down at him. "I am here to inquire about the current happenings of Subject A6" I state firmly.

He lays the papers down, neatly stacking them, before looking up at me, "What about them, Ms Whyte?"

"What happened to her just now is not in any circumstances, the body's ordinary reaction to anything. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that someone made it happen."

"Ah, yes, the little fall she had before" He says, and I nod in confirmation. "You see Ms Whyte, this particular Subject was beginning to remember too much. Somehow, her memories are being triggered ever so often. The Chancellor herself, has appointed me to make sure that this does not happen again. So, I decided, that it would be easier to take some of the memories away. Hence, the blackout. I had scientists remove most of her past which she remembered" He shrugs as if it is nothing.

"But her relationship with Subject A5-"

"Remains as it was" he cuts me off. "He is the main reason she is a part of this, we are not stupid enough, as to take that away."

I stand in silence, unsure of what to say next. Finally, an idea surfaces.

"Assistant Director, would you be willing to allow me to take control of the issue with Subject A6? I understand how busy you are, being second to the Chancellor, and I wouldn't want you burdened with more responsibilities."

Janson laughs in reply, searching my face to see if I'm being serious. "First of all, I am not going to hand away a position given to me by the Chancellor. And secondly, the Chancellor warned me you may ask such a question, so I will tell you what she said to say if you ever asked.

You can't protect your children forever, Ms Whyte."

Tom, I just triggered the ending.

I wake up to a pounding pain bouncing all around my skull. I try to sit up, but realize that my hands are tied down. Why are my hands tied down?

I immediately begin to struggle, panic overtaking me as I realize that something is covering my eyes. I drop my hand beside myself, concluding that trying to break the hold is useless. I need someone to come and help me out, I think to myself.

In response to this thought, I scream. I scream at the top of my lungs, as loud as I can go, until I have basically lost my voice.

I hear voices and running getting louder, guessing that they are headed towards me.

"Lori?" I hear a worried voice shout. "Lori, open your eyes. You're okay now."

Open my eyes? What do they mean? There's something covering my eyes.

Isn't there?

After a few seconds, I slowly drag my eyelids open, expecting my eyes to be burnt by the sun. But, nothing happens. The room is dark.

I look around, to see Newt, Minho, Thomas, Chuck, Gally and the Med-Jacks. My eyes search around the room, noticing that I am back in the Glade.

I cough, clearing my throat, before beginning to speak "What the hell happ-"

But before I can finish I am taken by surprise. Newt basically ran over to my bedside, and enveloped me in a warm, protective embrace.

"Holy klunk, you're okay" I hear Minho gasp. "Good thing too. Newt here almost had a damn heart attack, the shuckface was so worried. We all were." He says quietly.

"What happened?" I ask groggily as Newt pulls back and sits next to me. I try to rub my eyes, before remembering that I'm strapped to a a bed. "And why the bloody shuck, am I strapped to this damn bed?" I question, frustration taking hold of me.

Thomas steps forward and sits on the end of the bed. "We're not entirely sure what happened to you in the Maze. We were actually hoping you could explain."

"All I remember is falling, and a really bad pain in my head."

"Well, after you fell, we tried waking you up, thinking you were joking or somethin'. When we realized you weren't, we packed everything up and hauled our arses out of there. I grabbed all the bags, and Minho carried you out. You were mumbling something about the Creators, and the end, which was kinda freaking us out."

I remember those words appearing to me. 'Tom, I just triggered the ending'. I can only assume that Thomas, is the only Tom in the Glade, so I decide to talk to him about that in private later. I don't want to get him in trouble, or worse; Banished. But the voice, it was a girl's voice. The girl in the coma maybe.

"Sorry guys, I don't really remember anything from when I was out. Speaking of which, how long was it?"

"Almost a day" Newt mumbled. "We were beginning to worry you wouldn't pull through."

I look around to see them all looking a little glum. "Cheer up guys, you know me. I've almost died, what, three or four times now? If the Creators wanted me dead, I'd be dead. Y'all need to stop worrying about me so much, okay? Now, can someone please explain why I'm tied to the bed?"

"We weren't sure what happened to you, so in the line of caution and safety, we tied you down. We thought of the possibility that you might've been stung. But obviously, you haven't so your boyfriend can undo the ropes if ya like."

I don't respond as Newt begins to untie me. I don't even know what to say to that comment. Apparently, neither does he.

Thankfully I am not the only one in the dark about this situation.

"We'll leave you to rest before breakfast" Minho says as he guides everyone out of the room.

After Newt finishes with all the ties, he begins to walk towards the door. I giggle a little bit before calling out to him, patting the bed beside me.

"Hey, please don't leave"

He turns around slowly, before walking over and sitting on the opposite end of the bed, "What's up, Lori?"

I hesitate before speaking, his action of sitting away from me halting all thoughts. "You know what? Don't worry about it."

"No, Lori, you can't bloody pull that. What's wrong?" He seems a bit irritated.

"I can't pull that? What's wrong? Okay, I'll tell you what's wrong" I huff. "Ever since I kissed you, you have been acting all weird. Which I find weird, because you kissed me back. And now I'm not even sure what to think, because I'm not sure what you think about me. So I was all frustrated and confused and wanted to get away. So I went out into the Maze, but I was always thinking about you. Then I almost die, again. And when I get back, you give me this amazing hug, which I wouldn't mind lasting forever. But then, when everyone is leaving, you turn all distant and broody and walk off."

I rushed it all out at once, like word vomit.

"That is what's wrong" I sigh.

I just wanted it out. I wanted him to understand what I was feeling. Some of the things I said probably seemed rude, but I needed to inform him of what was going through my head. I wanted to lift some of the stress of knowing things away.

As silence took control of the room, I became aware of something. Stress of remembering what? I don't remember anything from my past but my name. All my Glade memories are still intact, but everything else is gone.

Panic begins to claw it's way up my throat, and I feel like real vomit may make an appearance. How can all those memories just disappear overnight?

"I- I don't" Newt begins to explain himself, before stopping. "Lori, you don't look to buggin' good. Are you alright? Other than everything else you just bloody listed of course."

"Just a bit dizzy, that's all. Now quit trying to change the subject, Newt. I need answers. This whole Maze thing is driving me mental, so some answers of some description would be fabulous."

"Okay. I don't really know why I was so bloody out of it, Lori. The kiss was amazing, but I go this strange feeling, and I don't know what it was. So I decided, until I was able to figure out how I felt about it, I should stay away from you. Not because I don't like you, but because you get me so distracted, I lose focus."

I feel a blush creep into my cheeks at the last part, and am at a loss for words.

"Is that okay?" He asks. I nod my head quickly, before dropping it to look at the bed.

"Have you figured out how you want this to play out yet? The wait is killing me" I ask him, trying to be humouress, but failing miserably. My life.

"We wouldn't want that now, would we" he smiles, taking hold of my hand. "I am happy for this to go however you want, but I don't want to rush into anything to fast. As far as I know, you would be the first girl I kissed, and I don't want to mess this up."

'I get that. I felt the same way about you. But I also know that what's happening in the Glade is important to you, especially since you're second in command. I wouldn't want to add any more worries to your list."

"Speaking of which, you should look outside" he states as his smile depresses into a grim frown.

"Why?" He doesn't answer, just points to the window.

"I look out to see all the boys walking towards the kitchen to eat before they have to start working hard, doing their jobs. Minho had said breakfast would be ready soon, so it must be morning. But why is it so dark out?

I look up, to see the sky is a slate grey, no colour anywhere.

The sun is gone.