What the hell had just happened? Gally had just walked out like they had been having a normal conversation. "Everybody has their secrets…" Marie murmured. What had Gally meant by that? Did he mean that he had secrets of his own to hide, things that he didn't want anyone to know? Marie continued to mull this over as she worked until it was time for breakfast, then she joined the others in the Homestead, filling up her tray and sitting in between Thomas and Chuck, which seemed to have become her usual spot now. Minho and Thomas were sitting next to each other, they seemed to have worked through things which Marie was thankful for. The new girl still hadn't woken up, and Marie was kind of hoping that she never would. She knew what Teresa's arrival meant though. It meant that it was the end of everything as the boys knew it. It was the extra push from WICKED. Soon the doors wouldn't be closing for the night, lives would be lost, and there wasn't a damn thing that Marie could do about it.

"What you thinking about?" Chuck asked Marie as she stabbed at her sausage link, and she shrugged her shoulders. "There's a lot of things that I'm thinking about." She responded.

"Like what?"

"It's nothing that you need to worry about Chuck."

Thomas nudged Marie. "Why's Gally staring at you?" He whispered. Marie looked up and sure enough, Gally was staring at her from across the room.

Marie looked down at her plate again. "He came into the infirmary while I was working, said something that didn't really make any sense. He told me that 'everyone has their secrets', whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."

"Did he hurt you at all? I swear to God that I'll-"

"He didn't even touch me, he just stood in the doorway the entire time." Marie assured him. It was kind of cute how protective Thomas was over her, almost like an older brother. She could only imagine what he would have done if she had told him about George. Marie's thoughts moved from Gally and Theresa to the boy that had surprised her in the woods. How had he been living? And how had he managed to go for so long without the others knowing that he was alive? The only way that Marie thought he would be able to do that were if he was living in the Maze. But that was impossible, no one could live in the Maze, let alone for two years...right?

"Marie, are you sure that there isn't anything bothering you?" Minho asked her, and Marie shook her head. "I'm okay Minho, really."

"Is it about Newt?" He asked quietly, and Marie visibly winced before looking over to where Newt was sitting. He was sitting with Alby, and he didn't so much as glance in her direction.

"I'm gonna get back to work." She muttered before standing up, clearing her plate before walking back to the infirmary.

Newt watched as Marie left the Homestead. "You gotta fix things with that girl." Alby told him, and Newt raised an eyebrow. "There isn't anything to fix." He said, and Alby shook his head. "Newt, I see the way that she looks at you, and I see the way that you look at her. You need to go and talk with her, fix things with her before you ruin things for good. You made a mistake, and you need to fix that mistake before it becomes unfixable."

Newt sighed softly. "I think that it's a little too late for that Alby. She hasn't spoken a word to me since everything went down."

"Because she thinks that you don't want anything to do with her." Alby stated. "Go and follow her, apologize, I think that you might be surprised by what she'll tell you."

"Is that an order?"

"You bet your sweet British ass it is."

Newt chuckled softly as he stood up, putting his tray away before walking outside. He looked around for Marie, but didn't see her anywhere. She wasn't in the direction of the infirmary, and he didn't see her anywhere near the lookout tower, so that could only mean that she had taken a walk through the Deadheads. Newt noted that she seemed to like walking through there whenever she needed some time to herself or needed to think about things. Newt headed off in that direction, he really hoped that Marie would forgive him for everything that he had done.

Marie had indeed gone through the Deadheads, but it wasn't Newt that she was thinking about, she was still thinking about George. "Why have you been hiding all of this time?" She murmured, unaware that Newt had found her and was listening to every word that she was saying. "It hurt me so much when you died George…."

"You know about George?"

Marie gasped as she looked at Newt with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I came after you, I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day. But how do you know about George? He died long before you came."

She couldn't tell him how George had come up to her while she had been in the woods, he hadn't wanted her to tell anyone else that she had seen him there, and she needed to respect his wishes. "I'm sorry Newt, I can't tell you."

"Just another one of the things you can't tell us I suppose." Newt scoffed, and Marie arched an eyebrow. "You know what happens whenever I try to tell you guys anything Newt."

" I know, I know, it hurts you." Newt shook his head. "But you need to tell us what you know." He reached forward grabbing her arm. "You could help us get out of this shucking place Marie, but in order to do that, you need to tell us what you know. And you can start by telling me about George and how you know him."

"Newt I can't." His grip on her arm tightened, and Marie winced in pain. "Newt please, you're hurting me!"

There was a growl from somewhere deep in the Deadheads, and Newt's head whipped around as he looked around, trying to see where the noise was coming from. "What the shuck was that? Alright, let's get out of here-"

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

Newt looked at Marie, his gaze going to her arm where he had grabbed her. It had turned red, and was already starting to bruise.

"Marie…" Newt whispered. His eyes were wide with shock as he stepped forward. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"You should go." Marie said quietly. "Please Newt, just….just go."

"Marie-"

"Go. And you can have your room back, I'll sleep outside in the hammocks." Right now, she didn't want anything to do with him, anything that reminded her of him. After Newt left, Marie slid down to the ground, a single tear falling down her face.