Minho and I run into the Homestead and it doesn't take long for everyone else to get packed in there. I end up upstairs with Newt, Alby, Minho, and Thomas. As I sit there in the silence surrounded by all the Gladers I feel a sudden surge of panic rising in my chest. I close my eyes and try to breath, but before long I feel wetness on my cheeks as I begin to cry. Minho wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him. I calm down a little, but the panic is still there.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah. Just scared." I whisper.
He kisses my cheek. "You'll be fine. We all will. I promise."
"You can't promise all of that Minho. It's out of your control."
"Then I'll figure out a way to control it. I'll be shucked if I let anything happen to anyone here, especially you."
I nod, but don't say anything, then the boys finish some conversation they were having earlier. I zoned out and didn't pay attention to their conversation. Instead I start to think about my dreams, which ones have and have not come true. The first dream I had was the one with Chuck. That already happened. Then I had the dream about Teresa and the one about Ben getting shot by Alby. Those also happened. After that was the really bad one where I watched Ben get shot, Zart get killed, Alby get killed, and Chuck get killed. So far only Ben has happened. All the other dreams have been memories that have slipped past the block in my mind. So all I have to do is wait for something to happen to Zart, Alby, and Chuck and try to prevent it last minute. No pressure on me at all. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Newt.
"You can't be serious." He was saying. "You can't go out there now!"
"I'm going, and that's that." Alby says from the doorway as he rattles some keys. "See you shucks in the morning." He says, before walking out. I blinked a couple times and try to comprehend what just happened. He left. With the Grievers out there. I think back to his death. He's surrounded by all of us. As long as a bunch of us don't get up to go with him, we should be fine. Since no one is jumping to catch up and follow him I don't worry about it and decide to try to get some sleep. I lay down on the uncomfortable floor and try to fall asleep, without much success. After a few minutes of shifting around uncomfortably, Minho moves me so my head and upper body are in his lap. I look up at him.
"Don't worry. I gotcha." He says as my eyelids fall shut.

There was a woman. She was sitting in front of me talking, but not to me. She was talking to Thomas and Teresa. I was leaned against Minho in the seat behind her trying to sleep, but giving up and listening to what she has to say.
"It started with the sun flares." She says.
"What-" Teresa starts, but Thomas shushes her and they seem to come to some sort of a silent agreement.
"The sun flares couldn't have been predicted." The woman continued. " Sun flares are normal, but these were unprecedented, massive, spiking higher and higher-and once they were noticed, it was only minutes before their heat slammed into Earth. First our satellites were burned out, and thousands died instantly, millions within days, countless miles became wastelands. Then came the sickness." She pauses and I have so many questions I want to ask, but something keeps me from speaking. I decide that for now, I am content with just listening. "As the ecosystem fell apart, it became impossible to control the sickness-even to keep it in South America. The jungles were gone, but the insects weren't. People call it the Flare now. It's a horrible, horrible thing. Only the richest can be treated, no one can be cured. Unless the rumors from the Andes are true. As for you, all of you-you're just a few of millions orphaned." Orphaned? I guess I've never really thought about it all too much. What happened to our parents. How we got wherever we are. But now that I hear it, it sounds awful. "They tested thousands," The woman continues, "chose you for the big one. The ultimate test. Everything you lived through was calculated and thought through. Catalysts to study your reactions, your brain waves, your thoughts. All in an attempt to find those capable of helping us find a way to beat the Flare." Another pause allowed me to think some more about this. If she is referring to the Maze like I think she is, then that means that I was right about this being an experiment. But how are they studying our brains? Why? "Most of the physical effects are caused by something else. First the delusions start, then animal instincts begin to overpower human ones. Finally it consumes them, destroys their humanity. It's all in the brain. The Flare lives in their brains. It is an awful thing. Better to die than catch it." What is she talking about? The Flare? Crazy people? What on Earth is going on? "We won't let them do this to children. We've sworn our lives to fighting WICKED. We can't lose our humanity, no matter the end result. You'll learn more in time. We live far in the north. We're separated from the Andes by thousands of miles. They call it the Scorch-it lies between here and there. It's centered mainly around what they used to call the equator-it's just heat and dust now, filled with savages consumed by the Flare beyond help. We're trying to cross that land-to find a cure. But until then, we'll fight WICKED and stop the experiments and tests. It's our hope that you'll join us. "

I wake up and my first urge to run to the Deadheads and sort this out like I normally do, but then I remember the situation we are in and stop myself. My second urge is to scream in frustration. Instead I sit there in this trance like state, not reacting to anything, just thinking about what I just heard. What is this disease she was talking about, the Flare? What were the sun flares? What made them so bad? What do they have to do with the rest of what she said? What happened to our parents? Why are we all orphaned? Who is WICKED and what do they want? Why were they testing children? Why did they need us? Why were we chosen? Why were they studying our brain waves and how? And most importantly to me, why am I having these dreams? If they really are studying our brains then they should notice that I am dreaming these things and they should stop it. But that would only happen if they didn't want me to dream these things. They are planting these dreams into my head, or letting them happen. Somehow they know what's going to happen before it happens and they are letting me see it. Why? I was snapped out of my confusing and jumbled up thoughts by the door to the room getting thrown open. Everyone in the room was silent as we all stared at the last guy we expected to see. Gally.
He falls to his knees and breaths heavily as he looks at all of us as if we were his next meal. I was scared stiff and couldn't move. Minho moves in front of me protectively, just incase Gally decides to attack.
"They'll kill you!" He screams suddenly. "The Grievers will kill you all-one every night till it's over!"
No one moved or spoke, or even breathed for that matter. We were all too scared to do anything, but stare at the crazy Glader who just started limping forwards toward Thomas. He stops right in front of the poor shank and points at him.
"You." He says simply. "It's all your fault!" He yells and punches Thomas in the face. Newt shoves him back and he falls, then looking at every one of us in turn he speaks.
"It can't be solved." He says, his eyes settling on me with a look that makes me more scared than I have ever been in the Glade. I feel like I am a child again and I scared of the one kid on the street who everyone told me not to talk to. "The shuck Maze'll kill all you shanks..." Gally continues. "The Grievers'll kill you... one every night till it's over... I... It's better this way..." His eyes drop and suddenly I can breath again. "They'll only kill you one a night... their stupid Variables..."
Newt takes a step forward. "Gally," He says, "shut your bloody hole-there's a Griever right out the window. Just sit on your butt and be quiet-maybe it'll go away."
Gally glares at Newt. "You don't get it, Newt. You're too stupid-you've always been too stupid. There's no way out-there's no way to win! They're gonna kill you, all of you-one by one!" He screams before throwing his body at the window and tearing at the wooden boards.
"No!" Newet yells as he runs to Gally
"Gally! What are you doing!" Thomas yells
"You shut your shuck-face, Thomas." Gally says his name as if it were poison in his mouth. "You shut up! I know who you are, but I don't care anymore. I can only do what's right."
With that he ripped the final board off the window, which exploded into the room, sending everyone scrambling to get away. Minho drags me to my feet and rushes me out of the room and into the hallway, where I sit in a daze. The one thing that I was aware of was Minho leaving my side and running off. The Grievers left and chaos broke out all over the Glade, but I didn't pay any mind to any of it. I just sat in the hallway of the Homestead in a daze.