Marie didn't tell anyone about what had happened between her and Newt. He had left a bruise on her arm, and while they may not have been getting along at the moment, she didn't want him to get into trouble, especially since the punishment for harming another Glader would be to spend a night in the Mze. Newt wouldn't stand a chance with his limp.

The bruising didn't go unnoticed though.

Marie was just finishing up in the infirmary when Jeff came up behind her. He had been about to ask her something when his gaze went down to the dark purple mark on her arm. "What the shuck happened?"

"Nothing." Marie said, trying to wave his concern away. "I was just being clumsy, I'm fine."

"And since when does being clumsy leave you with bruises that look like fingerprints?"

"Jeff, seriously, it's nothing."

"Who hurt you? Was it Gally? One of his little Builder friends?"

"FIrst of all, none of the Builders are exactly little. Second of all, no, it wasn't Gally or any of his friends. It's fine Jeff, it doesn't even hurt."

"What's going on?" Clint entered the room,and Jeff pointed out the bruising that had formed on Marie's arm. "Those are some nasty looking bruises Marie."

"Will you two stop? It's fine, okay? I was talking with someone, we were arguing, and he tried to get his point across and grabbed my arm harder than he had meant to. It was an accident."

"Was it Newt?" Clint asked her, causing Marie's eyes to widen a little bit. "Is that why you sleep outside in one of the hammocks with the other boys now?"

When Marie had first started to sleep outside, the night after her fight with Newt, Thomas and Minho had immediately told her that she would be sleeping between the two of them. They didn't ask about what had happened, which Marie was grateful for. Usually the Keepers would sleep inside of the Homestead, they each had bedrooms there, but Minho claimed that his bedroom made him feel claustrophobic, and that he preferred to be sleeping under the stars anyways. Personally, Marie thought that he just wanted to be sleeping close to Thomas, but because she was a good and nice friend, she decided not to say anything on the matter, even though it was hilarious whenever Minho got embarrassed because then his face would turn a dark red.

The two Med-Jacks could tell that it was Newt that had hurt Marie because of the look that was on her face.

"What happened?" Jeff asked her in a quiet voice. "You can tell us, we won't be going and telling Alby about it, we care about Newt just as much as you do and we don't want to see him getting thrown in the Maze, we all know that he wouldn't survive an hour out there alone, let alone a whole entire night."

"So what happened?" Clint pressed, and Marie sighed. She couldn't tell them that she had seen George, but she could tell them about the dream that she had had of him.

"The other night, I had this...this dream, of one of the boys who had died here, his name was George."

"George?" Jeff asked in surprise, his eyebrows raising. "He was one of the first guys here, it was a real shame when he died, he was a really great guy."

Marie wanted so badly to tell them that George was alive, and that he wasn't dead, that he hadn't been killed, but she managed to hold herself back from doing so. "We knew each other, we were really close friends, at least from what I remember."

"You mean that you don't remember all of it?"

Marie shook her head. "I was fourteen when he was sent up in the Box, over time, I guess that things started to get kind of hazy. Anyways, I was in the Deadheads, just sort of contemplating the dream and talking to myself, and Newt was there, he had followed me, and heard me saying George's name. He tried to get me to tell him how I knew George, but I couldn't, you know what happens if I try to tell you guys anything important."

Clint nodded his head. "They try to fry your brain if you try to tell us anything."

"Exactly, and that really seemed to piss Newt off. He grabbed me, said that I needed to tell you guys everything that I knew so that we could get out of here, and that was when he hurt me. He didn't mean to, I know that he didn't mean to, but he did it anyways, and I...with everything that happened, I just...I didn't really want anything to do with him."

"We don't blame you for that." Jeff said gently. "With how he's been acting towards you recently, we would be kind of worried if you felt any other way about it."

"Why don't you finish up early for the day?" Clint suggested to her. "We're about finished here anyways, and we can take care of any stragglers that might come in before dinner."

Marie nodded her head before cleaning up and walking out of the infirmary towards the Deadheads, and she walked until she reached the little clearing. She sat down by the lake, dipping her fingers into the crystal clear water. Birds were flying around, and a little squirrel scampered up one of the tree trunks, a nut in its mouth. This place was the very picture of serenity, and it was a wonderful place for a person to be able to come and think about things. Marie heard someone walking up behind her and she turned to see George. He sat down next to her, and they sat in silence for a few moments.

"Are you sure that it's safe for you to be out in the open like this?" Marie asked him, and George shook his head. "Not a lot of people know about this place, the only people besides the two of us are Newt, Minho and the new kid."

"New kid has a name you know." She said with a light laugh. "His name is Thomas."

"Yeah, that guy. So he and Minho are a thing now huh? I always told Min that he gave off gay vibes. Man, you should have seen his face every time that I told him that, the look on his face was priceless."

"I know exactly what you mean. Every time that I tease him about him and Thomas being together, his face goes this dark red and he stutters, can hardly get a word out, a big change from the guy who's so full of confidence and cockiness."

George laughed softly as he stared at the water again. "I'm sorry about last night." He said in a quiet voice. "I couldn't do anything to keep him from hurting you."

"Don't worry about it." Marie shook her head. "He didn't hurt me all that bad, and it was an accident. Besides, when he heard that growl he took off like a shot."

George grinned at her. "I can really make a good bear if I try hard enough."

"Well it definitely worked, I'm surprised that he didn't piss his pants." The little squirrel from before came up slowly to Marie, not used to human interaction and genuinely curious. He scampered up her shoulder, and Marie giggled softly as he nestled there, fully prepared to take a nap.

"George…" Marie spoke slowly. "Why don't you want the boys to know that you're alive?"

George sighed softly. "I want them to know, more than anything, those boys are like my family. But the Creators, I don't know what they would do if they knew that I was still alive, so it's best for everyone if they continue to think that I died."

"I watched it you know." Marie's voice was soft, gentle. "I watched as the Griever stung you, as it dragged you further into the Maze. My father made me watch as you screamed and writhed in agony. He had this grin on his face, it was like he enjoyed seeing you in pain, he enjoyed making me watch. 'See how brave he is now,' he said to me."

"Marie…" George's eyes were filled with pain. "I never knew...if I had known that you had been watching…."

"It's not your fault George, I don't blame you, not for anything. It wasn't like you could do anything about it, you were busy trying to make sure that you weren't left a mangled, bloody mess. After watching that….it's what made me decide to try and break the boys out of the Maze. Well...you can see how well that went. It ended up with me being here. My plan might have actually worked if Teresa hadn't found out about it and gone blabbing to the higher ups."

"Is she still passed out?"

"Yeah, she is, but she should be waking up at any time now, and when she does, that's when all hell is going to break loose."

George ran a hand through his hair. "Things are definitely going to get worse before they can get better. When I was stung by the Griever, that's when I remembered everything. But the one thing that I never forgot?" George gently took her hand. "You. The entire time that I was here, I never forgot you Mar. At first, I was really confused, I didn't know who you were or why you were the only thing that I could remember besides my name. But I knew that you must have been really important to me, why else would I have been able to remember you so clearly?"

Marie blushed lightly. "You told me right before they took you away that you would always remember me. Naturally I never expected that to happen."

George chuckled softly as he pulled Marie into a hug. "I could never forget you, you're far too annoying." He teased her, and Marie pouted playfully as she slugged him in the shoulder. "You better watch yourself, I pack quite a punch."

"Believe me, I remember. I learned my lesson from the first time that we met and I made fun of you because you were so short, you definitely weren't afraid to kick me in the nuts."

Marie laughed as well, she remembered that meeting clearly. "I was only what? Like six or seven?"

"Yeah, I was around eight I think, and I was an asshole back then."

"Back then? You're still an asshole now."

"I would try and argue against that, but unfortunately I can't."

Marie laughed as she laid her head on George's shoulder, and George wrapped a friendly arm around her. Right here, in this peaceful part of the Glade, everything felt right, but things wouldn't continue to stay that way for very long.