That night I illuminate the wall as Gally crosses Ben's name off the cold stone. We've crossed off too many names.

"You think he might make it?" Thomas asks. Chuck shrugs.

"No. No one survives a night in the maze," He answers back. Even though that's not entirely true. I sort of did. But we never told Chuck about that, we didn't want to scare him. "You've just got to forget about it."

Thomas looks towards the runners hut and then averts his gaze.

"Hey Beth," Thomas calls for me.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you about something?" Most of the Gladers are already asleep, Gally, Alby, and Newt all taking care of Ben's things.

"Always. What's going on?" I ask as I sit down across from him, crossing my legs.

"I've been having these weird dreams. I don't know what they mean," He confides in me. I look at him, confused.

"Like what kind of dreams? What happens in them?" I question.

"A girl saying my name over and over again. Science labs. Watching people drowning. A voice saying Wicked is good-"

"Wicked?" I ask, as the word grabs my attention.

"Yeah, what does that mean?"
"We think Wicked are the people who put us here," I tell him. "I saw it on a beetle blade in the maze once and-"

"You went in the maze? But you're not a runner," He interrupts me.

"Shuck," I whisper under my breath. "I, um, I was. For a little bit. It's complicated-"

"Why won't they let me run if they let you run?"

"It's dangerous, Thomas," I tell him. He shakes his head.

"Then how'd you get behind those doors? Everyone keeps telling me how important it is to keep you safe, how did Newt even let you within ten feet of the maze?" He keeps questioning.

"Look, Newt didn't let me do anything. He was- we were- he didn't want me to, but the choice was mine, Minho's and Alby's. They needed help and I was there. Besides, I'm not allowed back in there now," I immediately regret my phrasing.

"What happened to you in there?" Thomas questions with growing curiosity. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I shake my head.

"Unimportant, I-"

"How is that unimportant? What's going on, Beth?" He gets closer to me and puts his hand on my knee. "I thought you didn't like keeping secrets." I bite my lip and stare at him.

"What's going on here?" I hear a voice say. I look up to see Newt's face, scowling at Thomas's hand on my leg. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Are you trying to make a move? I swear I'll push you through the maze doors myself," He growls.

"I wasn't- I was just-" Thomas goes pale.

"You were just what?" Newt asks, his anger growing. I get up and try to calm him down, but he's furious.

"We were just talking-" Thomas tries to explain.

"Why were you touching her then?" Newt tries to advance on Thomas before I step between them.

"Hold up, calm down. We genuinely were just talking," I tell Newt. The color returns to Thomas's face.

"Then why the bloody hell was he touching you?" Newt asks, his anger dying down to expose more confusion. Don't get me wrong, though, he's still plenty angry.

"He just made a dumb mistake, alright? It's okay," I tell him, pulling him in for a kiss. "I promise, you know I love you, ya dumb shank."