MORE AUTHOR'S NOTES

So, from now on it my take a bit longer for me to upload. I've gotten to the point where I've uploaded everything I've already written, so I now have to write the next chapter which may take a while. Also, I forgot to note that I DO NOT OWN THE MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY. So with that out of the way, now back to your regularly scheduled fanfic.

Newt took her around everywhere. The Homestead, the gardens, the stalls with all the animals, even the slammer and the Deadheads. Then he explained the possible jobs in the Glade. She noticed he left out one.

"What about the runners?" She'd blurted it out before she'd realized it, and oh boy did she regret it.

"How do you know 'about that? I didn't say anything about runners."

"W-well, I looked out one of those doorways yesterday, and there seems to be a maze out there. I-I just assumed-"

"Yeah?" He raised his voice in annoyance. "Then why did you tense up when I asked about it? Or for that matter when anyone asks about your bloody memories? I noticed you do that, you know. I just assumed that maybe you didn't like questions or it was the new surroundings, but I'm not so sure anymore."

"W-well, I just… I mean… I didn't…" Her mind went blank. She didn't know what to do, and definitely needed time to think. So she ran, hoping she could come up with a good excuse while doing so.

"Hey!" She heard Newt, but didn't slow. She headed toward the forest. She figured maybe the confusing path would give her time to climb a tree and hide.

she succeeded, but she heard Newt not far behind. Alright, think! No excuses would work; they weren't convincing enough. Why, why had I been so careless? She thought. Me and my dumb mouth. Suddenly Newt's footsteps slowed and stopped. She sat dead still. Maybe he won't see me?

"Lindsay, it's bloody hard to talk like this. Could you please come down?" She was caught. Reluctantly, she nodded and climbed down. She turned, face to face with Newt. He seemed to have calmed down, which was good.

"Any chance we can go back to the tour and forget all this?"

"Nope, sorry shank. That chance was squashed when you ran off."

"Yeah, just thought I'd try. Okay, so here's the thing. I wasn't lying when I said I didn't have all my memories, I don't. However, I do have memories pertaining to a certain book I, apparently, read. It was about a boy who was thrown into a place where no one had memories, and they all worked together to solve a maze. A maze that just so happened to be infested with deadly, giant, spider-like creatures. Is this ringing a bell?"

Newt raised an eyebrow. He seemed on the edge, but why wouldn't he be? It was a really crazy story. "So a book written about the glade? That's the bloody story you're going with?"

"Well I can prove it. See the story start when Thomas gets here; it's from his point of view. Since I read that book I know this I shouldn't be able to know. Things like when Thomas got here you were supposed to get him a bed, but Ben cried out and you went to see him, leaving Thomas with Chuck. Afterwards, Thomas broke a rule and also went to see Ben. Minho and Alby? Yeah, they went to check on what is "supposedly" a dead griever today. Gally really hates Thomas. Theres- I mean the girl came during Thomas's tour. You and Alby were part of the original group to be sent here, and…oh…yeah." she remembered something, something that would prove that she wasn't lying.

"Your limp, you, you got it, you got it from…" Sobs interrupted her sentence. Having a book character get a limp from attempted suicide is one thing, but if you find out that character is real, especially when that character is your favorite, it could really get to you. She'd put off the thought, too busy worrying about keeping her memories secret. But now the thought consumed her. She couldn't stop the tears. Newt put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay. I believe you, you don't have to continue." She sniffled. It took a minute or two, but she, somehow, pulled herself together.

"S-sorry, sorry. I'm okay now. Anyway, I can't tell you anything about your future. You understand that, right? Knowing your future could bias your choices, thus changing the story. That could have seriously negative consequences. You also probably shouldn't tell anyone else about this, the less that know the better. Can you promise me that?"

"Yeah, I see your point, that's probably the smart thing to do. But umm, I just got one more question."

"Shoot."

"You said the book was from Tommy's perspective, but I haven't told Tommy about my limp. So how do you know about that?"

"Well, uh, let's just say 'Tommy' eventually finds out. I mean, even I don't entirely know how. I only read the first book, and happened to accidentally learned that. It was kinda a spoiler for me too."

"Well, I guess that makes sense. Anyway, we better continue the tour, if we don't the other shanks'll get suspicious."

"yeah, you're probably right." So, we continued the tour. It took the rest of the day, and, thanks to Newt, didn't bore me too much.