(Authors note: most of the time things in italics are Lindsay's thoughts.)
Using this moment of nothing-ness, she focused on her thoughts. What was she going to do? She had a feeling she wasn't a very good liar and she knew, with the craziness of the book and the fact she was a freaking girl, she would most definitely be questioned.
"I hope Newt's the interrogator, Alby kinda scares me." What will I say? I can't just be like 'Yup, you're all book characters to me, and the events of that book is literally the only memories I have except for my name.' Yeah that'll really go over well. Besides the mind-blowing, soul shattering part, it might have an effect on the story. That wouldn't be good.
"Hey! Hellooo! Anybody in there?" the voice startled her out of worries.
"Oh, sorry, I was umm… thinking."
"Cleary. So, what's your name?" she couldn't quite tell who he was. She hadn't really watched the movie, just seen the trailer, so she didn't recognize all the actors, just her favorites.
"Lindsay, and you?"
"Thomas. Have you been here long enough to get the tour?"
"No. I hit my head in the Box, so I wasn't awake long enough to get it."
"I don't think I saw you around here while exploring though, so where were you?" she thought she knew the answer, but she figured she could figure out what part of the story she was at.
"I'm new too so I was over with Winston to see if mucking the stalls and cutting up pigs was the job for me." They simultaneously rolled their eyes.
"sounds like fun."
"Yeah, I'm with you; I nearly puked slicing those things."
"You know, none of this even feels real. People aren't supposed to be in these kinds of situations in actual life."
"Yeah… It's kinda like something out of a book." Lindsay smirked. He didn't realize how right he was.
"Yeah, kinda."
"Well, it looks about time for dinner, we should probably get going."
"Alright." Dinner went by uneventfully. After dinner, the walls moved. A few shanks tried to explain the loud noise, not that they needed to, but they didn't know that.
"God, that noise was awful."
"Yep. Bloody things do that every night, eventually you just get used to it." She was chatting with Newt. She both loved and dreaded it. It was hard enough talking to the rest of the main cast, what with the weird feeling of talking to book characters and the nervousness of almost blurting things out that she "shouldn't" know, but talking to Newt was worse. He was her favorite character, so not only would she have to keep from fangirling, she'd also have to pretend she didn't know him at all. It would be a difficult task.
"I hope so." The conversation continued, though Newt did most of the talking. Lindsay couldn't seem to get to many words out of her mouth. It was a combination of admiration, fear of slipping up with her knowledge, and worried compassion for the boy. Luckily, he, and she for that matter, didn't know if that was normal for her or not.
Soon enough it was time for bed. She got her own room in the Homestead, since she was the only conscious girl. Unlike most Greanies on their first night, it didn't take her long to fall asleep.
