She woke the next day with a blanket across her body and no-one in the room. It was the first time she was alone since... she couldn't remember. The sun was out strong, seeping through the branch-walls of the room again and she could hear loud chatter from outside.

She wasn't sure of the time but when she sat up, her stomach growled. She pushed herself into a sitting position and noticed that the bandages on her leg had been changed again. She felt better. Much better compared to the day before.

Before she could assess more, she heard voices drawing near.

"...don't know if the Slicers would like her around in that state. Since she can't move much I'd say let her help out with some easy prep in the kitchen. You said she's met Fry?"

She recognized the voice to be Alby's and she was right. He walked right in with Nick and Clint at his heels.

"Greenie! Good, we were about to wake you. Sleep well?"

Clint nodded to her and Nick scanned her with his eyes from behind.

She nodded.

"Leg alright?"

"I think so," she murmured.

"Good. We have to get you working today because we don't have enough people to keep watch on you here. You can take it easy and help out Fry in the kitchen. If you don't feel well again, let him know."

"What am I going to do?"

"You ask Fry. I'm going to take you to him now."

It turned out that they had let her sleep in until after lunch. As soon as she met Frypan, he handed her a sandwich that he saved for her. She couldn't help but grow a little fond of his friendliness.

He asked her to cut some vegetables as prep for dinner. Fry was busy going back and forth getting ingredients and helping the kitchen team with dishes and cleaning. He made her stay put at one of the tables in the dining hall and left her with a huge pile of carrots and onions to chop up. He checked in on her once or twice but briefly. At some point, he sent one of the other kitchen boys to help her.

"We'll never have dinner at the pace you're going at, Greenie," he said with his eyebrows raised in good humor.

A stocky, younger looking boy with hay-colored hair joined her. He seemed shy and didn't talk much. She appreciated it. Soon he was called for another errand and she was left alone with the carrots again.

As she was cutting, she tried to wrack her brains for a plan. As soon as her leg got better she would get out of here her own way. She was not planning to stay. She won't. She didn't belong here.

Suddenly there was a loud siren noise and she froze. Her stomach lurched horribly with recognition.

"Good if that means we still get supplies!" She heard Frypan say as he rushed towards the other end of the glade from inside the kitchen without so much as a glance behind him.

She saw many other boys run toward the sound and sat there, still frozen. Adrenaline rushed through her. It felt almost as though, in that short moment, her fight or flight instinct was triggered. Even with this diversion, she couldn't run or hide for long.

She looked around and noticed that the boy who had been helping her with the vegetables had left his knife on the table. She immediately reached for it. It was quite small but still a little longer than her hand. She quickly took a shoe off of her foot of her good leg and lifted the bottom layer inside. She carefully slipped the knife underneath and replaced the bottom layer of her shoe and shoved it back on her foot. She could now only hope that the helping boy would not notice when he returned.

He didn't return. The whole glade seemed to be abuzz with excitement. She heard people shouting here and there saying,

"You bring those boxes and I'll take these!"

"Did they send up more torches for the fire?"

"Hey, I get dibs on a shirt! I need one."

"We got a new goat, Winston!"

This went on for a while and she sat there working on the vegetables as fast as she could to avoid suspicion.

She was almost done with the load when Frypan came back with a huge crate of what looked like pans and pots.

"Greenie, sorry I left you there. You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered.

"Oh wow, you finished the veggies! Good job. Get some rest," Fry put down his load on the table closest to hers and wiped his forehead,

"Newt should come pick you up sometime soon if he isn't too preoccupied with the supplies."

"Supplies?"

"Yeah they sent up the box; the one you came up in. Usually they send a new greenie with the supplies but you came alone the night before the usual time. Glad they're still sending up supplies though... Thought they would stop as payback to what happened with-"

He suddenly stopped himself and looked down at the ground. She eyed him closely but he quickly continued,

"And when you came up alone in the middle of the night, we thought that was it! No supplies, just you. No offense, Greenie, but we can only survive a limited time on just the harvest we have here. Getting you was nice and all but the no supplies thing when you showed up was scary! The box only comes up once a month after all!"

This made her think. The box. It was a way out of here. It had to go down sometime if it were to come up with fresh supplies the next month.

She made a mental note in her head. The box had to be an option for her. Maybe she could wait for the right time and sneak in it before it went back down.

"Greenie?"

She realized she was staring intently at nothing in particular, lost in her thoughts, ignoring whatever Frypan was saying since hearing his information on the box.

"You doing alrigh'?" the voice broke her out of the intense focus of her plans to escape.

She looked towards it and saw Newt. His hair was extra messy today. She nodded at him and gave a small smile of recognition. He was the first person she had a proper conversation with since waking up in the glade. She felt a little glad to see him again.

He smiled back at her and turned to Fry who had already disappeared back into the kitchen hut with his supplies,

"Hey Fry! I'm taking Greenie away from you now. She needs to get her bandages changed!"

"Good that!" She heard Fry shout from inside.