I wake first, slowly swimming up from the depths of sleep, lying still for a minute. The snores of the other Gladers fill the room, with the occasional mumble or snort.

Newt's chest rises and falls evenly under my head, his breathing deep and peaceful. I sit up, careful not to disturb anyone and look around. I look again. Thomas isn't here, the spot next to Teresa where he was sleeping is completely empty.

"(Y/N)?" I look down to see Minho squinting at me sleepily. "You look like you saw a ghost, is everything ok?"

"Greenie's gone." I mutter, not really paying attention to anything. I remember the look on his face yesterday when he was studying the code, like he realised something that wasn't exactly pleasant. Minho sits up groggily, running a hand through his hair and causing it to stick up even more than it already did.

"What?" he asks, and I realise I'm smiling at him.

"Nothing," I shake my head. "We should try to find Thomas. He didn't look so good the other night."

"Yeah, I noticed that too." Minho stands and offers me a hand which I take, pulling myself up. My legs are stiff from sitting in the same position most of last night.

"Ok," I dust myself off, keeping my voice to a whisper so as not to wake anyone else, "you know him better than me. Where do think he'd go?"

Minho thinks for a minute before carefully making his way to the door. "Come outside," he says, "it'll be easier to talk if we're not whispering." I nod, following him.

As soon we reach the Glade, Minho turns to me.

"Ok," he says, "this is going to sound crazy, even for Thomas." I raise an eyebrow. "I think he's gone to get stung."

"No," I say, "you're right, that is crazy. Even for Thomas." I start walking towards the Deadheads, remembering that Thomas likes to sit at the edge of the trees.

"(Y/N) wait!" Minho jogs after me, catching me by the shoulder. "Just hear me out." I turn, arms crossed. "You saw how weird he was being yesterday, then after the Grievers got that kid, it was almost like he was psyching himself up for something, being all quiet and broody." I motion for him to continue, shifting my weight onto one leg. "I think he thinks he needs to go through the changing, get some memories back."

My mind is spinning. Surely Thomas wouldn't be that stupid, but then again this is the kid who ran into the Maze as the doors were closing.

"Shuck." I mutter, then start running, Minho keeping up with me easily. "Minho," I pant, "this may be absolutely nuts, but I think you're right."

We don't have to go far to find Thomas. He can't have been stung very long ago as he's still conscious. He looks up from his kneeling position on the Maze floor, something almost like relief in his eyes.

"Minho," he mumbles as we reach him, "don't worry."

"Don't worry?" Minho's eyebrows shoot up, and he bends down, slinging one of Thomas's arms over his shoulder.  Quickly I help, taking the Greenie's other side. "What the hell were you doing, man?"

"Don't worry," Thomas says again, faintly this time. He sags in our grasp. "I did it on purpose."

"For the love of-" I start to say, then almost drop Thomas as he passes out, leaving us with his full weight. "this shank is heavy!"

I try to hoist him up, getting a more secure hold around his waist. It's a good thing Minho and I are both pretty strong.

"(Y/N), Minho!" Newt limps rapidly across the Glade, and we drop Thomas on the ground.

"Grief serum- now." I order, standing up straight and gasping. Beside me, Minho bends over, his hands on his knees. Somehow, it makes me feel better to know that the keeper of the runners is almost as puffed as I am.

After a minute, Clint comes running over with a vile of Grief serum, but instructs us to get Thomas to the homestead first. I grab his legs, Minho his shoulder, and we half carry, half drag the unconscious boy into the homestead, up the stairs, where we dump him on the bed.

Almost immediately, Clint sticks the syringe into Thomas's neck the serum emptying into his veins.

At first nothing happens, but then Thomas twitches, and soon the twitching turns into convulsions, then he starts screaming. He writhes on the bed, screaming so loudly I think my ears are going to burst.

"You can go," Clint says between Thomas's screams, "this'll go on until he's done. He'll be fine here."

We leave, Thomas's screams following us into the Glade.

"Newt," I say when we get outside, "last night... who was it?" he sighs, then looks down.

"Adam." I don't know him well, but he was always working hard around the Glade. He helped tend the animals I think, and suddenly I feel bad for not being sure.

"We've got to get out of here." Minho says, staring up the grey sky. Newt and I nod solemly.

"(Y/N), Newt, Minho!" Teresa runs towards us, concern written all over her face. "Is Thomas ok?"

"Well," I hesitate, "not really..." I want to tell her the truth, but still feel awful as her face falls.

"What-" she looks between the three of us, "what do you mean?"

"Shank ran out into the Maze, got himself stung by a Griever." Minho elaborates.

"Told us not to worry and that he did it on purpose." I add, hoping that will make it sound better than it is.

"He's going through the changing now." Newt glances at the homestead.

"Oh. Did he say anything about why?" Teresa looks slightly desperate now, but we all shake our heads. "Memories." She mutters, biting her lip and staring intensely at the ground. "He's onto something, he just needs memories."

"But that's useless anyway," I sigh in frustration, "he won't be able to tell us anything!" The other girl's head jerks up, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why not?"

"When (Y/N) went through the changing," Newt explains, "she tried to tell us what she saw. But she couldn't, because she started choking herself."

"It was like someone else was controlling my arm, I couldn't do anything about it." I frown, "Almost like someone didn't want me saying what I saw and was stopping me."

"That's crazy," I shrug, "nobody can control minds."

"Dunno," says Minho, "someone managed to take out memories, and someone put us in this shuck Maze."

"Until Thomas wakes up," Newt says, "we'll just have to put him in the slammer at night, he'll be safer there. We can keep looking in the Maze, keep studying the maps and the code." We nod agreement, he's right.