Chuck moved closer to Marie, his smaller hand slipping into her own. "I don't see anyone." He whispered. Marie bit her lip as she looked around. She didn't see anyone either, but she also hadn't imagined the sound, and she knew that Chuck had heard it too. "Let's head back to the Glade." She whispered, and the younger boy nodded his head. "Good idea."

"Chuck, I want you to run as fast as you can back to the Glade, okay? I don't want you to stop until you get there. I'll be right behind you." She gave his hand a squeeze. "Now go."

Chuck took off like a shot, Marie had never seen the twelve year old run so fast before. But then, when your life was in possible danger, you could do all sorts of things. Marie had started to run herself when she felt something slamming into the middle of her chest, and she landed on her back on the floor of the woods. A boy about eighteen or nineteen years old hovered over her. He had long brown hair that went down to his shoulders, and a wild look in his eyes. Marie had never seen him before. Who was he?

"You aren't supposed to be here Marie." He told her, and there was something that seemed so familiar about the boy, but Marie just couldn't place who it was. "Who are you?"

"You'll remember me, eventually." He knelt down next to her as she sat up, the look on his face softening. "You can't tell any of the others that you saw me here."

"What...but...but I don't even know who you are!"

He grabbed her face, and for a second, Marie had thought that he was going to hurt her, but instead he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. His lips were rough and chapped. Marie was so confused. He was acting like he knew her, intimately, and Marie felt like there was something that was familiar about him, but she just couldn't place it. Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone again, leaving Marie alone in the darkening woods.

As Marie exited the Deadheads, Chuck ran over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked her, and Marie nodded. "Yeah...the noise that we had heard...it was just a rabbit."

"Hey, are you okay? You seem kind of dazed or something."

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just...I have some things to think about, I'm gonna go to the lookout tower for a little bit." She ruffled his hair briefly before going to the tall tower, her legs dangling over the edge as she sat down. She sighed softly, her hair moving softly as a light breeze blew. "Who are you?" She whispered as she looked out towards the Deadheads. "How do you know me?"

That night, Marie had dreams. They weren't bad dreams, but they definitely hadn't been dreams that she had been expecting to have.

"Georgie, you can't go!" The fourteen year old had tears in her eyes as she looked up at the older boy.

"Ssh..." He pulled her into a tight hug, his fingers running through her dark hair. "It's gonna be alright, I'm gonna be okay Marie."

"But you could die in there!" Marie sniffed as she buried her head in the boy's shirt.

"I'm not gonna die, I have to come back to you, don't I?" George gave her a sad smile. "I'll survive, I promise you that, alright?" He pulled away from her as the scientists started to pull him away, telling him that it was time. "I'll always remember you Marie, remember that."

Marie woke up with tears falling down her face. George...she hadn't had any dreams about him in a long time, but she definitely hadn't forgotten him. It had torn her apart when he had been killed by the Grievers, and that was what had made her decide that she would be breaking all of those other boys out of the Maze. Well, you can see where that had landed her. But why was she suddenly dreaming about him again? What had brought it on...

Marie suddenly gasped. The boy in the woods...could it be...was it possible...had George survived? But he couldn't have, the Grievers had killed him...unless they hadn't, and he had somehow managed to survive.

Marie was left even more confused than before. Why hadn't George come back to the other boys and told them that he was alive? Why make them all think that he was dead? Unless...unless he didn't want the Creators to know that he was alive. If they knew he was alive, there was no telling what they might do. And her father...he had always hated George, Marie had never known why, but they had always been at odds with each other. George didn't want her telling anyone else that he was alive, and although she may not have known his reasoning for it, she wouldn't tell a soul, she was going to keep his secret.

Marie got out of bed. Newt wasn't sleeping on the floor, he had slept on one of the hammocks outside with the other boys, respectfully giving her space, considering what had happened between them.

Marie definitely wasn't going to be going back to bed anytime soon, not with the revelation that she had just had. She decided to make use of her time, and she went into the infirmary, deciding to rearrange things and make the shelves and such a bit neater.

She pulled the cord that was connected to the light bulb, and the room filled with dim light. She opened the cabinet, taking out each jar and vial of medicine, rearranging the medications so that they were alphabetical, and looking at the expiration dates, making sure that they were all still in their prime.

"Isn't a little bit early for you to be at work?" The snarky voice of Gally reached Marie, he was leaning across the door frame, his arms folded across his chest.

Marie rolled her eyes as she turned to look at the taller blonde boy. "Couldn't sleep, so I decided to make use of my time."

"Aw, is the little girl having nightmares?"

Marie growled lowly and she started walking over to him. "You know what? I've had just about enough of you and your shitty attitude! Just because you're so miserable, it doesn't mean that you have to make everyone around you miserable as well!"

Their faces were inches apart, Marie's eyes were blazing with rage. "You say that you don't trust me, you don't trust Thomas, when the reality of the fact is that you're the one that no one trusts! People don't like you, those 'friends' that you have aren't really your friends, they only pretend to be because they're scared of you!"

"You better watch your mouth little girl-"

"What are you gonna do? Hit me? Bring it on blondie!"

Gally's fist reared back, and Marie prepared for the blow, but none came. His hand unclenched, and he stared down at her. "Everyone has their secrets shorty." He said simply before walking out of the infirmary.

Well...that really wasn't how she had been expecting this conversation to go.