The next morning, I was back in the kitchen. I was expecting things to just smooth over and for everyone to act like nothing had happened, but that just wasn't who Siggy was.

"Oh, girl!," he wrapped his big arms around me and squeezed tightly. "I've missed you!"

"Oh... hi... Siggy."

He let go and stepped back, he gave me a once over and scowled.

"You lookin' thin. Too thin. Why I haven't seen you eatin'?"

"Oh...," I blushed and looked away. "I-I was just... so busy the other day."

Siggy was not convinced. He made me eat some beans before helping him prepare for breakfast. Besides that, the day went on like it always did, I helped with Breakfast and Lunch and then Joe came and took my place.

"Nice to have you back," Joe mumbled as he came in.

I didn't really know Joe all to well, but it was the same for everyone in the Glade. Joe was private and very quiet, so not many people approached him, except Siggy. Siggy liked Joe and I figure Joe at least tolerated Siggy and liked his job. Even though I wasn't best friends with Joe, I knew that he was trying to be condescending or mean, it was genuine.

With my shift over, my head was torn on what to do next with my freedom. I could go see Jackson in the Slammer, even though he would not like it. I could go to the Deadhead, but just the thought of what was buried there made my spine tingle. I thought about maybe going to the Garden, but the thought of seeing Newt made me a little angry. I hadn't gotten over what he had done at the Gathering, he made me be a Slopper! I couldn't go back to my hut, I was going insane without talking to anybody. That only left me one other option.

"Hey guys!"

Both head turned and grinned when they saw me.

"Well, look who it is, Clint," Jeff stood up.

"Look, indeed," Clint taunted.

"Trouble is at your doorstep," I walked in and sat on the closest cot.

"Literally," Jeff snickered.

"Hey!," I protested," I'm not that bad... am I?"

Clint and Jeff exchanged a look," No. Could be like Hank."

"Hank? The Runner?"

Jeff chuckled," Surprised he made it here with what he used to do."

"What did he do?"

Clint filled me in. "When he first came up, he ran straight for the doors, but Gally managed to tackle him before he got there. Then he went to the Slammer, the second he was free, straight to the doors again. Ever single chance he got. Alby honestly didn't know what to do, no one had ever been this determined before."

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure, I think Mihno talked to him one night while he was in the Slammer... then, no more."

"Wow... Good thing Mihno got him, huh?"

"Yeah, I don't know what Alby would have done."

"What is Alby going to do with you, little miss trouble?," Jeff grinned.

"I served my time," I defended.

"Being a Slopper is no fun," Clint agreed.

"I know, I would have rather just sat in the Slammer," I told them.

"So would most people," Jeff shrugged.

"Well, how have you guys been?" I switched the subject.

"Nothing here," Clint said.

"Slow times," Jeff agreed.

"Really? Not even a Slicer?"

both of them shook there heads.

"You're the first one to come through that door in a few days."

"That's crazy..."

"Yeah, but just you wait. It'll all happen at once," Clint muttered.

"At once? What do you mean?"

Jeff spun in his chair to me," It gets like this a few times, everything is calm, Clint and I near death with boredom and then BAM! Cuts, broken arms, rashes, sickness!"

"Really?," I turned to Clint.

He shrugged," Yeah, it happens."

"Wow... that is doing to suck for you guys."

Clint snorted," Tell me about it. That's why were stocking up now."

"Smart," I laid back on the cot and sighed. "I wish this place wasn't so boring."

"The Glade is not boring," Jeff turned back to his work.

"Yes it is," I argued. "Everyday... the same. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Just nothing."

"Didn't you just get demoted to being a slopper?," Jeff joked.

"Not true. New things happen everyday," Clint told me.

"Yeah, maybe for you guys... cuts and stuff... but not for me. It's just bland...except for the slopper thing."

"Well, don't forget that the new Greenie will be here in a few days," Jeff reminded me.

"Really? Already? I feel like Stan just got here."

"Yeah, that's how it goes. Once you've been here for a while, it seems like a new Greenie drops every week."

"What is going to happen when the Glade gets full?"

Jeff chuckled," We got a long time before that happens."

"But is could," I countered.

"I don't think they would let it," Clint told me.

"Really? I don't think they really care about us at all."

"Well, that might be true... but to some extent they care. Send us food and supplies."

"And people? I mean, they are taking people and sending them here."

Clint shrugged," We have no idea what they are doing."

"That's the problem," I mumble.

Later that night I couldn't get to sleep so I figured I might as well break another rule and go and see Jackson. I got out of bed and made me way towards the Slammer, trying to creep lightly past the boys sleeping area and to avoid any torches so the Bagger on duty wouldn't see me.

"Hello there," a voice practically made my soul leave my body.

I turned around and gasped to see Newt standing on the trail, holding a torch.

"Uh... uh... H-H-Hi..."

"Where are you off to?," he asked walking closer to me.

"J-Just... the... the showers?"

"It's the middle of the night?"

"I know... it just means that no one else will be in there..."

"Well, the showers are," he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around," That way."

"Yes... you're right... they are this way," I turned to face him. "Just get a little confused at night," I tried to joke.

"You're a bloody terrible liar," the corner of his mouth twitched up.

I tried to change the subject," What are you doing out? Did you enjoy watching me be a Slopper?"

"What? No, I-..."

"I would rather be sitting in the Slammer than do that job! Why did you even suggest that?"

Newt rubbed the back of his neck," I guess I was just being selfish..."

"What does that even mean?"

Newt paused but never answered the question.

"I, actually, just came back from the Slammer."

The Slammer? Why? What was he doing?

"Oh..."

I didn't ask him because I honestly felt so awkward in that moment. Newt knew something was up now that I had told him Jackson and I were talking about him.

"I was talking to Jackson...," Newt gave me an answer without me even asking for it.

I looked up to him cautiously," Oh? ... Why?"

"I asked him about the other night."

Oh shit...

"Newt, he didn't-..."

Newt stopped me," He told me that he came without an invite."

I looked away from him and he continued," But I know that not true, is it?"

I sighed, there was no point in lying he already knew.

"No, it's not," I still couldn't look him in the eye.

"Then why lie?"

I fumbled for a response, one that was not as bad as my lie last time. Don't mention him.

"I-I... I didn't want to, it was Jackson's idea."

Technically the truth.

"Why? to protect you?"

"I guess," I shrugged still looking at the ground. "He didn't want me to get in trouble."

Now Newt sighed and I peeked up at him, but he was looking off into the distance.

"Are you going to tell?," I asked.

He turned to me," No."

It surprised me that he would do that since he was second in command.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Thank you, Newt," I told him. "Honestly, thank you so much."

He cracked a grin," It's not like I want to get anyone in trouble. I don't even really understand the rule myself, I mean... right now I'm alone with you and it's night, but nothing bad is happening."

"Yeah, I think it's stupid too," then I grinned. "So technically, right now, you're breaking the rules?"

He snorted," I guess I am."

"Not setting the best example," I teased.

His eyes locked with mine and they danced in the light of his torch," I'm not as perfect as people here think I am."

What does that mean?

"Wh-..."

Newt interrupted my question.

"Why don't I see you run the Glade anymore?"

"Oh... well, I kind of gave that up," I admitted, embarrassed.

"Why?"

"The whole point was to help me remember... but I've given up on finding my real name."

"And a new name?"

I shook my head," I'm starting to get a feeling that I'll forever be a nameless person."

"Don't say that."

I shrugged," What can you do?," I ask rhetorically, trying to sound casual, but on the inside it stung. I wanted name, an identity, but it just seemed so impossible.

"You might be the longest dry spell on record, but I still think your name could come."

This time I snorted," Seriously?"

"Who knows," he shrugged.

"Yeah... who knows," I said and a silence fell between us.

"I think you should run again," he broke the silence.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, it could be good."

"Speaking of running, you still owe me a favor."

Newt grinned," You're right, I do."

"Could you... let Jackson out of the Slammer," I asked, only half joking.

He shook his head," Out of my hands."

"Well, I guess I'll have to keep thinking."

"Well, while you do that, let me know if you start running again, I'd love to join."

What? Run with me?

"Oh... really?"

"Yeah, I kind of miss it," he admitted.

"Oh..."

I wasn't sure what else to say.

"So tomorrow?"

"What?"

"Do you want to run tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?," I repeated.

"Yeah."

"Oh... okay, sure. Yeah tomorrow."

"Great," he smiled. "I'll let you continue to your... shower," he paused before saying shower.

Wow, I really am a bad liar.

"Oh... yeah, thanks."

"See you tomorrow," he smiled and walked past me.