Voices fill the air.

"A girl?"

"I got dibs!"

"What's she look like?"

"How old is she?"

Jack and Clint lower Alby and I into the Box with some twined together vines. The girl had a face covered in freckles with messy, tar black hair. She wasn't moving. Alby clutched her wrists, and shakes his head.

"That's not the bloody half of it." I say, shushing the crowd. "I think she's dead."

We wrap the vines around her frail waist. Alby screams "Ready!" As Gally and Jack hoist her up.

'Somethings different.' I think to myself. 'Well it's obviously different you bloody idiot.'

"Greenie, get over here." Thank heavens I didn't say Tommy.

The Gladers form a path leading to me and Alby as we crouch over the girl. "You know this girl, shank?" Alby says, sounding fairly ticked off.

Tommy looked shocked. "Know her?" he answers, almost laughing. "Of course I don't know her! Other than you guys, I don't know anyone."

"That's not" Alby starts, but then pauses to let out a frustrated sigh. "I mean does he look familiar at all?"

"No, nothing." He answers firmly while kicking a rock on the ground.

My best friends forehead creased, as if he thought everything that came out of the kids klunk. "You sure?"

"Yes. Why?" Tommy snapped.

I almost cringe at the thought of what's awaiting his buggin attitude.

"Shuck it" Alby murmurs "Can't be a coincidence. Two days. Two Greenies. One alive and one dead."

I can see Tommy fill with rage. His lips thin out and his olive skin turns about 3 shades lighter.

"You don't think I" he can't even finish the sentence before I'm sort of mean to him, but what in reality was watching out for his bloody life.

"Slim it, we're not saying you bloody killed her."

"I swear I've never seen her." the poor kid tries to reassure everyone.

"I believe you, but"

I'm interrupted by the girl jumping up into an upward position. Alby screams like he's just seen a bloody ghost. I jump away from her, not knowing what he bloody crap she's planning on doing.

Her deep blue eyes dart around 'like Ben' I think. I'm about to ask if Alby thinks she's somehow been stung, but I'm interrupted.

"Everything's going to change." Her voice is rustic and deep, yet clear. 'Gally'll be on bloody cloud 9'

Her eyes roll into the back of her head and the girls right fist punches the changed air. I rip whatever is in her grasp away from her. I drop to my knees and spread it out onto the ground.

She's the last one, ever.

An odd silence hung over us. I read the note aloud. Nobody ran around screaming like bloody chickens with their heads chopped off. Winston'll tell ya that's the truth. But no, the Gladers were dumbfounded. I stood up and used all of my strength to try and destroy the note without causing too much attention. Alby cups his hands around his mouth and screams "Med-jacks!"

Clint and Jeff run over. "What are we supposed to do with her?" Clint asks no one in particular.

"How should I know?!" Alby screams "You two are the Med-jacks! Figure it out."

I lightly place my hand on his shoulder. He turns to me, his eyes filling with tears. I act like I'm scratching the side of my cheek while mouthing "We'll talk later." Alby nods in agreement.

I hear Stan yell "Who said Clint had the first shot at her? I'm next!"

"Anybody touches her you'll be having a sleepover with the Grievers. Banished. No questions." Alby yells

I smirk and see Alby's body loosen up a bit.

"She seems fine. Normal heartbeat. Probably just a coma." Jeff informs us as they hoist her onto their shoulders and take her to the Homestead.

"Watch her closely." I tell them "She's obviously special or else they wouldn't have sent her here."

Alby's eyes dart to mine, then Tommy's. I nod.

"You sure you hadn't ever seen her before?" he asks

"No, no not that I remember." I can tell his voice is shaky now. I walk up behind Alby.

"You're sure?" I prod

"No!" Tommy screams "Why are you grilling me like this?"

Alby looks at me and I release my grip on his shoulder "Something's whacked. Call a Gathering."

We nod and set off.

I send Winston of to inform Keepers about the Gathering while Alby and I talk in Ben's room.

"How come our meeting place in in the midst of buggin death." Alby asks me.

"That's were I'd be without you." I tell him. 'Great, Newt. Way to start of a peppy talk so dark.'

"Don't get me started on that night." he says

"You're right. You're right." I mumble "Don't know what I was bloody thinking, sorry."

Alby smiles and pats me on the shoulder. "You seem cheery." I tell him

"I feel alright now." he rubs his hands together "Now, to deal with the mallace of Gally."

We walk around for a few hours before heading towards the event.