A few months later, she would wonder how the whole place had fallen into such desolation, wonder what had led to it, wonder whether it had been creators fault or theirs.

Yet, now everything seemed normal - or at least as normal as it could be in the Glade. Many times Vivienne wondered what Alby meant by saying that Newt took an easy way out or went against the rules. Maybe had she asked her friend about the whole fuss, he would've explained what Alby'd meant. Yet, she daren't to. It was not her business, after all.

They - Minho, Newt, Gally, Clint, Jeff and she - were having dinner late that afternoon, when Vivienne felt something tingle her hand. She expected Minho to tease her with his pinkie or the wind to caress her skin gently. What she saw instead mortified her.

It felt as if the air was sucked out of her lungs, everything was spinning, her throat was dry and itchy - later she would realize it was because of all the screaming.

She stumbled out of the bench and on her knees she tried to escape, but the vision came on too strongly.

She was suddenly running through a corridor with marble floors in a ridiculously long dress as her brother chased her with the worst of weapons.

"Vivienne," he shouted from behind her. The closer he got the louder her screams got. And then two hands were on her shoulders and she couldn't stop shaking.

"Vivienne," the voice was softer this time. "Hey, calm down, alright?"

"You gotta give her more space! She needs as much air..." Every sound turned into a blur as her breath quickened again.

"Vi."

"What's the fuss all about?"

She couldn't recognize the voices. She just tried to rip the foreign hands off of herself.

"Vivienne," someone whispered, "Just breath. You gotta calm down." And then, "Inhale with me."

"Now exhale." She did. She was truly too scared not to. But she kept her eyes shut. She could no longer find the vision, but the image of the corridor would hunt her for long. "Good girl." She could recognize his voice now. Those were his hands that held onto her. She was safe - she realized.

She had no idea if the fear in his eye reflected her own - or if he cared that much. "Bloody hell, Vivienne," he sighed, happy to see her out of the trance.

"What... What happened?" Her throat still ached and her voice for the first time sounded hoarse.

"You had a panic attack," Jeff announced as he reached out to help her up.

"All because of a tiny spider," Minho sounded almost amused. "I got it now!" he announced with joy.

"Huh?" they all seemed to say.

"Spidey! That's a perfect nickname." Everyone mutually decided to ignore his latter comment.

"Alright people!" shouted Alby, and only then had she realized the whole Glade had its eyes on her. "Get back to your own shucking business!" Then he came closer to the medjacks, Newt, Gally, Minho, and Vivienne herself. "Does anyone want to explain to me what's just happened?"

"Our Vi is arachnophobic. Did you know?"

"No, I didn't. I mean, I must have known before. It's all because of my brother," she yapped before she could rethink it, "I once saw a spider, and asked him to get rid of it, instead, he chased me with it. Can you believe the nerve?"

"Vi..." Newt started apprehensively, "Did you just remember something?"

"HOLY SHUCK - she thought - I'M SHUCKED.

"Clint, Jeff take her to the medhut. Check if she's okay. Newt, call the gathering," ordered Alby before he turned around and left.

"Well," said Newt after a while of silence between the group, "You heard him." And with that, he was gone, too, taking Gally and Minho with him.

GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?

"Here, drink that." She was given a mix of herbs - she didn't even bother to ask which ones. "How are you feeling?" Raph asked her -apparently he was given the medjack's job and was now taking care of her as Clint and Jeff had to get to the gathering.

She could only sigh in response, too tired and out of the explanation. "A bit stupid," she answered finally.

"Why?" he asked with a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. He sat up next to her on the makeshift bed, preparing for the story of her life - as if she had one. Vivienne shrugged, dogging the question again. "Hey," he dunched her lightly.

"It's just... I had a panic attack because of a little spider." It seemed stupid, yet...

"But you remembered something. It's not much... but it's something. Who knows, maybe you'll be the one to get us out of here." His smile intoxicated her.

She was let go after a while to retire for the rest of the day in the quiet of her chambers. She assumed her training was called off and she couldn't have been more grateful.

She laid on her bed wondering how she could remember so much and yet so little about her brother. His voice echoed in her ears, but his features and name stayed a mystery. How did she know why he was chasing her, she did not know.

She had many questions and all without an answer. But one she couldn't erase from her mind was - Would Gladers trust her after all she told them? Raph seemed pretty convinced she was an answer - maybe she was supposed to be? She was the only girl after all - it seemed to make her special.

The knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. "Come in," she said, fearing to see Ben.

A wave of relief swept over her as she spotted a mop of golden, blond hair.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I guess."

"Do you mind if I...?" Newt looked at the space on her bed next to her.

"Sure, I told you to come in after all," she managed to chuckle despite the weight of anxiety. He slowly settled next to her. He opened his mouth a few times before he dared to speak up.

"How are you feeling?"

"You've already asked that," she laughed again.

"Yeah, but... You know..."

"I do," Vivienne sighed. "So um... I don't know how I feel to be quiet honest."

"Has it happened before?... The... The memories. Have you... remembered something?" Her palms were suddenly sweaty. It was Newt after all, but could he understand? Could he believe her? If so... would he be angry?

"No," she mumbled at last, "It's never happened before and... I'm scared." At least the last part wasn't a lie.

"We all are." He put an arm around Vivienne, slowly caressing her arm with his rough palm. "If you weren't scared, you wouldn't be human." As true as it was it didn't answer any of her questions.

"Why do you think it happened now? Why me?" She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Honestly? If it had to be someone, it had to be you."

"Huh?"

"Well, you're the only girl in here - that by itself makes you special."

"I never wanted to be special." She had never thought of it until now. It made sense. "God, it's such a cliche!" she groaned.

"If we lived in the normal world cliches would be forced on you, anyway."

"How so?"

"Imagine living in a normal world where your biggest problem is wondering if you passed an exam or if your crush will ask you to homecoming."

"Why couldn't I just ask him?"

"I never said you couldn't," he chuckled, "But I'd rather you didn't."

"Why?"

"If he can't man up to ask a girl out, he ain't gonna man up at all, and before you know it, you'll become his second mom." Vivienne cracked.

"But what about those cliches?"

"Well,... You'd probably be a cheerleader-"

"The high school bitch?"

"You said it, love, not me! Anyway... You'd be with the football team leader."

"Or... I'd be a player myself. My parents would never be at home because of work. In my free time, I would hide in my favorite coffeehouse with a book or go on long walks and draw."

"Yeah," said Newt dreamily, "I can see that."

"Do you think we'll get that after we get out?" He frowned and stayed quiet for a minute, contemplating how to answer.

"I wish it could be like that - normal." They didn't speak anymore.