I wriggle around uncomfortably on the bed, causing the sheets to twist. I kick them off agitatedly. I can't sleep. Of course I can't sleep, how could I? Images of those terrifying Griever things and those big, looming, ivy covered stone walls keep popping into my head. I shake them out. We're out of the Maze, we've escaped. We're safe in these little dorms the rescuers have taken us to. I imagine Newt's face. Brown eyes mischievously sparkling, peeping out of his dirty blonde hair. His mouth pulled into a cute little grin. I smile to myself. Then all of a sudden the image changes. His eyes loose their sparkle and go wide, his mouth falling open. I see him scream in terror. He keeps screaming and screaming and screaming. The image of the Grievers come back. He's stopped screaming, and now he's turning in a slow circle, scanning the Grievers that have surrounded him, his whole face frozen with fear. His limp is very noticeable as he turns. Then Grievers begin to move in…

'Emma?'

I sigh in relief, ever so grateful that Teresa woke me from my nightmare.

'Yeah?' I speak to the up to the wooden bottom of the top bunk, where I know my friend lies.

'Just checking to see if you were still awake,' she says quietly, 'Tom just went to sleep.'

I nod, even though she can't see me. I can't help but feel a little jealous. I'm constantly wishing Newt and I were telepathic like Thomas and Teresa, it would bring us so much closer. And boy, I really want to talk to him right now. Teresa and I had been separated from the boys after we'd eaten that delicious pizza with them, and now I miss them so much. Especially Newt.

I see a pair of legs dangle over the side of the top bunk. A couple of seconds later Teresa jumps down. She smiles weakly at me. Her black hair is surprisingly neat considering we'd just battled spiky, deadly slugs double the size of a cow and been running for what seemed like forever. She is pretty and grimy though. Her pale skin and tattered clothes are smeared with sweat and dirt. I look into her blue eyes and feel myself sadden. Those beautiful, bright, azure eyes of hers are now eerily haunted. If eyes were the window to the soul, her soul would be in tiny shattered pieces. She looks tired, weakened, miserable. But still, she manages to feign a smile. I do the same.

'Hey,' she says.

'Hey.'

I sit up in my bed and arrange my pillow so I'm leaning against it. She lowers herself down beside me. It's so lonely just the two of us. I think of Newt again.

'I miss the guys,' Teresa says, mirroring my thoughts.

'Me too.. at least you and Thomas can still talk,' I realise I snapped at her when I said that, and mumble sorry. She gives me a small smile to say it's ok.

'We are really lucky. Even right now, when he's asleep, I can still feel him,' she says, and her smile grows. She closes her eyes blissfully, as if enjoying every second of 'feeling' Thomas.

I wish I could 'feel' Newt. I look at the door sadly. Teresa and I had tried to get out earlier, but had found that it was locked. We were trapped in our small little room with two bunk beds and a bathroom. Far away from the others. I close my eyes too, and try to call out to Newt in my mind. Maybe we are telepathic, and we've just never tried?

Newt I think. Newt, come get me. I miss you. Still no answer. I love you.

No such luck. I open my eyes and find I didn't even notice Teresa going back up into her bed. I lie back down. Sometime, somehow, I fall asleep.