Alby walks back in, tense. Breathing deeply.

"That shank just don't know when to shut up." he mumbles.

"Alby" I start. My eyes are already glossed with tears. "Are you alright, mate?"

"No." he says, choking on his tears. He balls up in the corner and breaks down.

I dip my head and bury my face with my hands. "I'm sorry." I spit out, breaking down while walking beside him and taking a seat.

"I'm sorry." he responds sniffling. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"You should." I tell him while wrapping my arms around him. "Even the most great and brave people get scared sometimes. It's unhealthy to keep it all in." Our tears stain each others shirts.

"You see," I continue "One of the worst feelings in the world, is knowing you let someone down that's close to you. Alby, I feel like I could've stopped this.

"No." He assures me. "No this, this was all me."

We sit in the silence of screams doing nothing but letting all our softness out for what feels like hours,but in reality was only 45 minutes. Alby breaks the ice.

"Getting dark out." He tells me.

I nod. I squeeze his hand and walk towards the Homestead.

I walk inside and see Gally washing up. The only acknowledgement made is a slight nod. I wash my face when I hear a tapping on the window. 'Chuck you bloody idiot!' I say in my head. Before I can do anything,Gally opens the window and screams "WHO IS IT?" I settle on letting the shuck-face have his fun so I keep quiet.

Chuck screams. It scares the klunk out of me, so I knock over some decorative rocks on the window. Gally swears under his breath before screaming "I'M COMING FOR YOU, SHUCK-FACE!"

He runs out. I finish my routine,then start out. Gally and I meet at the door.

"You should really do something about that Thomas kid, Newt." he tells me, without making eye contact.

"Hey!" I retort while turning around. "The Greenie is fine."

"Really?" he asks me sarcastically "I saw him, Newt. I saw him. He put us here." His violent voice washed away in my thoughts.

Put us here? Is that why something's different. Don't tell Alby.

I shake my head and walk off. In the morning,in going to show the Greenie a griever.

It'll be an emotional rollercoaster going back in there. I can do it for Tommy though. There it is again, Tommy. What the bloody crap is up with that.

In the morning, I try shaking the kid awake, but he barely moves. I clasp my hand over his mouth and he looks panicked until he sees me.

"Shh Greenie." I tell him "Don't wanna wake Chuckie now, do we?"

Thomas unhurriedly gets up "Supposed to show you something before the wake-up" I tell him "Just follow me and stay close."

We run towards the western wall. "What are those?" he asks me

"When you need to bloody know, you'll know Greenie." I snap at him.

The images of that day fill me head. Screaming at the beetle blade,adrenaline of being in the air. The pain, dear lord the pain. Sobbing, Minho's look of horror, the Med-jacks, Alby. It's almost too much.

"Well" Tommy starts. Tommy again. "It seems kind of stupid to send me to a place where nothing makes sense and not answering my questions, shank."

I laugh. " I like you, Greenie" I tell him "Now, shut it and let me show ya something."

Deep breath, but not too obvious. Don't wanna scare the Greenbean out of his bloody mind.

"What are we looking for?" he whispers

"Hold up kid, one'll be comin' along soon enough." I respond.

We sat there so long,so bloody long. Then finally,one showed up.

"Out there's the maze." I tell him. The details of the day long ago are flooding back, and I feel I'm not doing a very good job of hiding it. "Everything we do,our whole life, revolves around the maze. Every lovin' second of every lovin' day,we spend in honor of the maze, trying to solve something that's not shown us to a bloody solution, ya know? It's not messed with. I wanna show you why the buggin' walls close every night. Why you should never,ever find your butt out there."

There it is. The bulbous creature, stinger visible. The pain. The torturous, monotonous pain, even to this moment. The mindset, the plead of death. Thinking 'let me die please just let me die'

"What is that thing" Tommy asks me. Tommy,why?

"Grievers, we call 'em." I answer "Just be glad they only come out at night. Be thankful for those walls. Now you know what lurks in the maze,my friend. Now you know this isn't a joke."

A couple of hours later, Alby is mentally preparing himself for the tour.

"You're gonna be right and cheery. Okay?" I assure him

He nods. "I know." and sets out to find Tommy.

What is with the name Tommy? It's like I have to say it. Tommy. Thomas doesn't sound right anymore. Neither does Greenie. Tommy.

I pace back and forth around the room, praying Alby and Tommy are alright. When Frypan bursts in. "We've got a situation. A Greenie's here. A new one."

Tommy really has messed up now hasn't he. Gally will be so bloody happy too.

I run out and hear Tommy call me. "Newt, what's going on?" I like that he trusts me.

"Means a bloody Newbie's coming up in the Box. Right now."

"So?" Tommy asks.

"So? I almost scream back "We've never had two Newbie's come up in the same month, much less two days in a row." and with that, I turn towards the Homestead.

Alby, Gally and I are the only ones at the Box when it happened.

"The shuck?" Alby murmurs.

Gally almost kills himself he's pacing and screaming and cursing so much. When everyone comes over he says "Tell 'em Newt."

"It's a girl." I respond. A bloody girl