The couple was sitting still on the bed, with their eyes fixed on the guy lying on the vacant bed next to theirs. Minho said that they'd thought of a plan and Newt and Holly were eager to know what it was. But Minho remained silent with his eyes closed as if he had drifted to sleep.

"Well, spit it out" Newt kicked the bed Minho was on, losing his patience already. "Don't bloody waste our time"

Minho grunted in frustration and started explaining the plan with his eyes still closed.

"See these blankets?" he grabbed the one he was lying on. "We're going to use it as bags and stuff it with food so we can bring it in our travel. Fry Pan is already in the mess hall distributing equal shares of the food. For the water, we'll get some from the sink and fill it in plastic bags "

"Can we bring some of the clothes?" Holly asked curiously and pointed at the dresser.

Minho opened an eye and was surprised. "Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that. Good that, we should also bring a few clothes with us"

"Okay, I'll go get my supply of food first" She said with a grin.

Holly got up from the bed and took the clean blanket from one of the vacant beds and left the two guys to get her own supply of food. Fry Pan was shouting at a few gladers when Holly arrived at the mess hall. He was too busy handing out an equal share of food to them when some would sneakily take an apple or two.

"These guys make me want to slap them" He muttered, handing Holly her set of food. They were actually a lot—three apples, three bananas, five carrots, two cucumbers, six bags of nuts, and ten granola bars.

"Don't stress yourself out" Holly told him with a smile and cradled her blanket of food.

"I'll try" he grinned then hit Winston's head who was trying to sneak another banana. "Dammit Winston, I already gave you yours!"

Holly went to the common room and sat down on the floor with legs spread out, fixing her supply of food neatly on the blanket before tying it to form the shape of a bag. As she was busy minding her own business, two guys joined her with their own supply of food. Thomas and Chuck. Holly smiled at the sight of them and somehow felt proud. She knew that Chuck was one of Thomas' best friends and she was happy she was able to save the stubby boy whose life was supposed to end at the maze.

"Uh, what does your tattoo say?" Thomas asked out of the blue and tried to take a glance at her neck.

For a moment Holly was confused until she remembered seeing a tattoo printed on Newt's neck. "I don't have one" she confessed and somehow felt like an outcast.

"That's weird" Chuck said, eating a few pieces of nuts from his share and looked at her curiously. "Maybe WICKED thinks you're no good for them"

"Well, I'd take that as a compliment" Holly laughed.

"I can write one for you" Thomas said as he pulled out a marker from his pocket. "I got this back from the Glade in case I felt like writing" he added when Holly gave him a questioning look.

The young Thomas moved closer beside Holly and pulled the cap of the black marker. Holly tilted her head to give him access to her neck and flinched at the contact of the cold tip of the marker and her skin. Thomas had to tell her to stay still several times as he concentrated on writing on her smooth bare skin. But Holly couldn't help it; it tickled her very much that she giggled at every stroke of the pen. Chuck stood behind Thomas, but not too close making sure he wasn't blocking the light, and then squint his eyes so he could read what he wrote. Thomas grinned at his work and had put the cap back on the marker and placed it back inside his pocket.

Holly smiled at the two of them, glad that the torturous ticklish feeling had ended and looked at her young boss with curious eyes.

"Well, what did you write?" she asked and touched the area where he'd written something.

Chuck could finally get a good look of what was written and grinned at Thomas for his cleverness. He faced Holly with the same grin he flashed to Thomas and replied, "Property of Newt"

Fry Pan clapped his hands as loudly as he could to be heard all the way from the mess hall. He shouted that they'll be eating supper in a few minutes before they could go to sleep. Holly kissed Thomas on the cheek as a thank you for her tattoo and stood up with her bag of foods and disappeared back to her assigned bedroom to show it off. Inside the bedroom, she saw Newt seated on his bed folding a few clothes he had picked to bring. She also found Minho still lying on the other bed, asleep.

"He's still here?" she whispered as soon as she sat down beside Newt.

Newt folded the last shirt and looked at Minho's direction with a crooked smile. "Yeah, you want me to make him bloody leave?"

"Well, it's okay if he's here" she explained. "But there is something I want to show you and he'll probably just make snarky remarks"

"Alright" Newt grinned. "Make him leave it is"

He grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it at the sleeping glader. Minho groaned as the fluffy pillow hit him directly on the face and opened his eyes to see Newt and Holly looking at him.

"What the shuck. Why'd you do that?" Minho complained and rubbed his face in annoyance that his sleep got cut off.

"You. Out" Newt said as simple as that and pointed at the open door with his thumb.

"Tsk, make me" Minho dared and hugged the pillow thrown at him then looked at the couple with a grin.

Newt rolled his eyes and sighed. "If you say so" he pulled Holly close to him and licked her cheek.

"Aw man, gross!" Minho whined and scrambled up to his feet and threw his arms up in the air. "No way am I staying here to see you two getting all dirty"

He marched outside the room and closed the door behind him. Newt laughed heartily at his friend's reaction and at Holly's shocked embarrassed face.

"W-why'd you do something like that in front of him?" She stuttered and wiped her cheek with her shirt.

"Well, you wanted him to leave" he chuckled and rested his arm over his knee. "So, what is it you want to show me that you don't want Minho to know?"

"It's not a big deal but, Thomas made something for me" she tilted her head slightly and giggled while Newt read the words Property of Newt out loud.

Newt touched the black words printed on her neck and couldn't hide his satisfaction. He was completely happy that Thomas perfectly knew exactly what was to be written. He pushed her down on the bed not caring if the clothes he had neatly folded got creased. He wanted her so badly at the moment, wanted to do her right then and there. Just as he was about to lean down and kiss her, the door opened again. Newt grunted, thinking that it was Minho who'd want to bother them again but realized that it was Thomas. He was holding onto the doorknob with a sheepish smile once he realized he interrupted them in the middle of something.

"Is this a bad time?" Thomas asked with an apologetic smile.

Holly quickly sat up in embarrassment and fixed her ponytail while Newt smiled at him. "It's alright, Tommy. We were just talking"

"You two talk in a weird way" he teased. "Anyway, supper is ready. We should eat early so we'll have plenty of time to sleep before we leave tomorrow"

"Good that"

Holding each other's hand, the couple left the room along with Thomas. When they entered the mess hall, they found the gladers and Aris quietly seated on their respective places and eating their supper that consisted of fruits and raw vegetables. There were chitchats and laughter here and there but it could also be felt in the air that they were nervous about the so called next trial. Thomas left them to accompany Chuck and they found a vacant seat beside Minho who was eyeing them. Clearly, he hadn't gotten over what he witnessed a few minutes ago.

"Hello, Mr. Grumpy" Holly teased and playfully kissed Minho's cheek as soon as she sat down beside him and ate a slice of cucumber.

Minho groaned and made a disgusted look while he concentrated on eating his apple. "Ugh, I love you too but I'd prefer you keep your lips to Newt. I feel like he's kissing me too"

Newt took a seat beside Holly and popped a few nuts in his mouth then grinned. "Don't flatter yourself. I won't buggin' kiss you in a million years"

"Well thank you for the head's up"

They continued to eat and joked around, teasing one another, and laughed. But after a while, their topic changed into a more serious one.

"I really have no idea" Newt said when Minho asked what the Scorch or Flat Trans would look like. "But the sooner we get on with it, the faster we face the bastards"

"What if we bump onto a group of those cranks?" Minho asked quietly that it was only the three of them could hear their conversation.

Holly felt goose bumps on her arms and at the back of her neck at the mention of cranks. She remembered the horrifying physique of the lady crank who grabbed her a few days before. It scared her to death and she was sure that she didn't want to see more of them. All of a sudden, she felt a gentle hand rubbing her back to comfort her uneasy feeling. She turned to her left and realized that it was Newt. He could tell whether Holly was feeling good or not.

"We'll fight every last bit of them if we ever see them outside" he simply said.

The gladers left their mess and headed back to their own rooms. Some of them took a quick bath, some headed straight to bed, and some were making sure that they packed everything they would need. Their temporary good life was coming to a close for tomorrow would be the start of another hellish experience.