All of them fell asleep where they hid after bandaging Winston and finding space to rest. They woke up to Thomas shouting at a bird that was stealing from a backpack. Antoinette squinted at the sunlight, opening her eyes from beside Newt. Sitting up, the group looked over at Thomas, who was examining the area.

"Are they gone?" Newt asked.

"Yeah, I think we're safe for now."

Newt nodded and looked down at Antoinette. She winced at him, seeing a cut on his face, just to the left of his nose.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, touching his cheek as she examined it.

"It just stings," he told her," Glad you got through that unscathed."

The girl made a face. They lost another friend. She wouldn't call that unscathed. She took some water from her backpack and a cloth to wipe his face.

"Okay, we should get moving," Thomas told them," Let's pack it up. Aris, come on. Fry, Winston, let's go."

No one seemed keen on moving except for Thomas, but they did as he asked. Winston gave a horrible groan.

"Hey, man," Frypan told him gently, extending him a hand," You okay?"

Winston took the help, painfully. The group then trekked out of the parking deck and out into the destroyed city before them. Buildings were heavily destroyed. Rubble covered the streets. As they began walking through the streets in the rising heat, no one could help but take in the complete disaster zone around them.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Frypan asked.

"I don't know," Newt responded," It doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time."

Teresa looked back at Antoinette, making quick eye contact. Antoinette sighed heavily and hefted her backpack higher.

"I hope the whole world's not like this," Aris commented.

"Whoa, whoa, hang on, stop," Thomas told the group, making them look back at him," Do you hear that?"

It took a second, but they all soon heard an aircraft nearby.

"Get down!" Thomas shouted," Everybody, hide! Hide! Hide!"

Frypan led them all under a large section of rubble that used to be a wall. The group pressed together just in time for the aircraft and two helicopters to fly over.

"Oh, shit," Newt muttered under his breath.

Antoinette looked from him to Minho.

"They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?"

They slowly started on their way again. After hours of walking, they made it to a dune that seemed to be in the middle of the city. Climbing the steep incline of the sand was hard, especially for Winston who lagged behind. Thomas kept encouraging them to go further. Eventually, they all reached the top. Standing together, they could see mountains at the edge of the horizon. Antoinette cursed as she looked around. In the distance, a bridge was in sight, though she wasn't sure anyone but her and Teresa would know it used to be a bridge. Golden Gate Bridge.

"Shit, we're in San Francisco," Antoinette mumbled.

"What'd you say?" Minho asked.

Aris looked at her curiously from her right side, but she just shrugged at the both of them as Thomas began to speak.

"Those mountains, that's gotta be it," Thomas told them," That's where we're going."

"That's a long way off," Newt noted.

"Then we better get moving."

It was then that Winston toppled over and slid down the dune a bit. They rolled him over onto his back as he gasped. Antoinette knelt down and felt his head. He was burning up.

"He's hurt pretty bad," Thomas noted.

"What do we do?" Teresa asked.

They all let Antoinette check him over as Newt tried to get him to look at him.

"Winston. Can you hear me? It's okay."

Antoinette shook her head.

"We have to get him out of the sun. He has a fever and is burning up. I need to check that wound again, but it won't do much good to check out in the open with all this sand blowing around."

The boys looked around and decided to use some poles nearby to rig a cot for Winston so they could drag him along. Minho and Frypan did the heavy lifting until they reached the bridge where the sand was too steep to lug him. After carrying him a bit, they put him back in the cot, but a sandstorm picked up in the area where the San Francisco Bay used to be. The group all took out clothes they had packed to cover their faces.

"Gotta find shelter!" Thomas shouted to them.

Antoinette was frustrated that they were unable to find a suitable place to stop for such a long time. Winston was only getting worse minute by minute. Eventually, they stopped under some heavy rubble. The guys all sat around as Antoinette did her best with their limited supplies to clean up Winston's wound.

"It's bad, guys," she told them," He is…"

She didn't know the best way to say that he was turning into a Crank. Teresa looked over at her from her spot on the ground.

"I'm going to tell Thomas about our memories, okay?"

The other girl just nodded. She knew that was Teresa's way of letting her know she could tell the others. As Teresa got up, Antoinette stopped fussing with Winston, hoping he could get some sleep and somehow beat the illness. He breathed quickly and painfully.

"Aris, Frypan, can you guys watch him, please?"

The boys agreed and moved closer to Winston, farther from Newt and Minho, just like she'd hoped. She went over and sat beside Minho as Newt stood up. He called out to Thomas and Teresa who stood together out on a sandbank.

"How's it looking?"

"It's a little further," Thomas told him after a moment.

Newt looked back at Antoinette, Minho, and Frypan.

"Well, that's not very convincing."

He went and sat back down beside his girlfriend. It was only a moment before Antoinette whispered to Minho and Newt.

"I was given my memories back."

She looked straight ahead, out at the two on the sand, as the males beside her stared in shock. Lifting her hair, she showed them the mark. She dropped it back down before Aris or Frypan could catch on to them talking about something important.

"I think they wanted me to have my memories back so that I would help them. They told me that Maggie has the Flare and I need to help them make a cure to save her. But the computer records all say she is dead and Aris confirmed that she was in his maze and died. They lied to me. Either way, I remember…everything. From before. The Flare started when we were quite little. If…you both want to know something…just ask."

Minho and Newt blinked at her, attempting to comprehend what she was saying. Minho was the first to recover.

"So…who did you see in your dreams?"

Antoinette couldn't help but smile. She put a hand in each of theirs.

"I've known one of you since I can remember. We lived in the same neighborhood. Went to school together. We were brought in by WCKD together."

She turned to Minho.

"You've been my best friend my entire life," she told him," You've always looked out for me. And Maggie. She had quite the crush on you growing up, actually."

Minho shook his head slightly, taking it in. Antoinette looked over at Newt, who was watching her carefully.

"We met you in WCKD during training. We were all good friends. That includes Thomas, Alby, Fry, Winston. Many of us who were in the Glade, actually. You and I used to sneak to the roof to escape it all sometimes. I had a crush on you and thought maybe you had one on me. But, not long after that…I was asked to begin helping put people into the maze. My aunt was a doctor with WCKD and helped. I take after her, apparently. I'd always looked up to her and admired her. I was a good Med tech, as they called it. Newt, you were one of the people I had to send into the maze. I was angry about it. But, my aunt covered for my anger. After a year, I started to be convinced that there was another way to find a cure that didn't involve sending children into a maze to test their brain activity. My aunt felt the same, but she disappeared shortly before they put me into the maze. I think…in a way…I was sent so they didn't have to get rid of me…potentially the way they got rid of my aunt."

Antoinette pulled her hands out of theirs and stood up.

"I should probably let all that sink in. I'll just hang out over there."

She was about to get up when she heard a gunshot and a shout from Frypan just to her right. Turning, she saw the male who yelled holding Winston's arm away from his head. The injured boy was holding a gun. The other boys were on their feet, quickly.

"Guys, get down here!" Newt shouted to Teresa and Thomas.

"Winston, what are you doing, man?" Frypan asked his friend as they wrestled," Give me that!"

Antoinette could only stand back with the others, each of them trying not to get shot.

"What's going on?" Newt demanded.

It was complete chaos as Frypan got the gun away and left Winston lying on all fours, gasping for air. Teresa and Thomas came, asking the same questions they all were.

"Give it back, please," Winston pleaded, pathetically.

Antoinette slowly inched toward him, Newt, Thomas, and Minho doing the same.

"Winston, are you okay?" Thomas asked, grabbing the boy as he began retching blood.

Newt grabbed Antoinette and pulled her away from going to Winston. They all just watched as he lay down in the sand on his back, breathing heavily.

"It's growing…" Winston gasped out, pulling up his shirt," inside me."

All of them were stunned. Newt looked to Antoinette who could only put a hand to her mouth. There was nothing she could do for Winston. He knew it and the others knew it.

"I'm not gonna make it," he wheezed.

He reached out for the gun again, pleading for them to give it back.

"Don't let me turn into one of those things."

There was a tense silence. None of them wanted to lose another friend. None of them wanted to believe that there was no helping him. Antoinette let her hand fall from her mouth as Newt moved over to Frypan, taking the gun from him.

"Wait, Newt…" Thomas protested, but no one stopped him as he knelt down and handed the gun to Winston.

"Thank you," Winston told him," Now, get outta here."

Antoinette felt a stabbing pain in her heart for him. He had been a good friend and a brave individual. She felt Minho's hand on her back, which shook slightly. They all were thinking and feeling the same.

"Good-bye, Winston," Newt told him.

Getting up, he grabbed his backpack and walked away. Antoinette went over to him next, kneeling to his left.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything," she choked out, placing a hand on his.

He gave he a pained smile.

"I know you did your best. You always do."

Antoinette let a tear fall before softly saying good bye and following after her boyfriend. Reaching him, she quietly took his hand as they led the way, the others following after them. They had been walking for at least two minutes when they heard a gunshot. They all stopped and looked back for a moment before continuing on with one less friend.