I open my eyes, it's just before dawn. I'm still lying with my head on Newt's lap, and he's still sitting with his back against a rock. I yawn, and, trying not to wake him up, turn my head to see Minho curled on the grass beside me, his arm and head resting on Newt's crossed ankles. It seems that Newt has become our pillow.

"Morning, love." I turn my head, Newt is rubbing his eyes and stretching his neck. Making a shh-ish gesture I point to Minho and Newt grins, raising an eyebrow at me. I smile back.

It's not long before Minho wakes up, grouching about the grass before realising we're both still where we were last night and are watching him.

"Why am I lying next to your disgusting feet?" he ponders, making Newt laugh.

"Dunno mate, you just fell asleep there. Between you and (Y/N), I wasn't able to move all night!"

"Yeah but that's different, she's your girlfriend."

"Whatever," I say, sitting up and kissing Newt's cheek, "he's a good pillow."

"Get a room!" Minho grumbles, and we both laugh, then Newt takes my face in his hand and kisses my lips. "Gross. Absolutely disgusting."

I get up, followed by the two boys. It won't be long before the doors open, and I can already smell frying eggs from the kitchen, courtesy of Frypan's early-bird habits.

"Morning, Frypan," Newt says, leaning against the table top.

"Get out of my kitchen." The cook says flatly and Newt shrugs.

"I'm not in your bloody kitchen."

"Guys," I roll my eyes, "seriously? The doors aren't even open yet."

"Yes, seriously." Newt says, not taking his eyes off the frypan full of scrambled eggs that Frypan is tending.

I sigh and walk off to get changed into a fresh set of clothes.

"Where are you going?" Newt calls after me but I just wave. "I'll get you food when it's ready!"

"Thanks Newt!" faintly I hear Frypan's reply ("What makes you think you're getting any food?") and smile.

I come back a few minutes later, wearing basically the same outfit as before, just a clean one. I also pulled a brush through my hair and braided it down my back, it's getting really long but unless I want to use the wool shears or a dagger I can't do much about it. Maybe I'll give that a shot, but not right now.

I find Newt sitting with Chuck, Alby, Minho and Thomas, a plate of food resting beside him and a mug of coffee in his hand.

"That's yours," he points to the plate of food as I sit down then passes me the coffee as well. I take a sip, then gag.

"Ew," I pass the mug back, "this is yours."

"Yeah, we're running out of coffee so we have to share. What's wrong with it?"

"I appreciate the gesture, but this coffee is contaminated."

"It's got one teaspoon of sugar in it!" He rolls his eyes, drinking it in one gulp.

"Yeah, like I said," I glare at the offending coffee, "contaminated."

"And you call me a drama queen." Minho puts in and everyone laughs.

As I pick my plate of food, I notice the sheer amount of pepper.

"Aw you put pepper on it!" I grin at Newt and he nods.

"While I may know nothing of your coffee habits, I do know of the insane amount of pepper you cover your food in."

"Well you have to be able to taste it!" I protest around a mouthful.

"Yeah," Alby adds, "I agree there, but can you taste anything but pepper?"

I nod emphatically and try to say "yeah, you can," but it comes out more like "air, oo fan."

We wash up our dishes, then as Minho and Thomas are getting ready to go out, I catch Minho's arm.

"Hey," I say as he turns around, "I need to borrow your Greenie. Important."

"How long will this important-ness take?"

"Not long, promise."

He sighs, then waves for Thomas to go with me.

Newt and Alby are already up in the girl's room, staring down at her still form. Alby looks up when we come in and motions for Thomas to take his place.

"Now," he says, "take a good look at her, Greenie, anything familiar?"

"No," Thomas says after a minute, then jumps backwards. "Did you guys hear that?" We all shake our heads, and he continues. "Her name is Teresa. I think... I think she said it in my mind."

"What?" I ask, a little more sharply than I meant to and he nods.

"She's talking in my mind." Suddenly he pushes past us, running down the stairs and into the Glade where Minho is waiting. I rush after them, but they're already running towards the Doors.