There was no rain when I woke up, I went outside and saw a sliver of light peak from behind the clouds. Today is going to be good, I thought to myself as I skipped to work.

"Good morning, Siggy," I sang as I walked into the kitchen.

He cocked his eyebrow," Good morning. Why are you in such a good mood?"

I sigh happily," I don't know. I just have a good feeling," I smile brightly but Siggy grunts at me unconvinced.

"Well, I need you to get some water, and start the fire out back, need to cook before it starts raining. Then you should go to the Bloodhouse and grab some fresh meat for dinner, freezers running low on storage. Check up on that pig down there, too, see if they're almost ready to slaughter. Afterwards come back here to start cutting up the veggies," Siggy says looking into the ice box for the meat he wanted to use.

"Yes sir," I turn to leave.

"Oh, before I forget. After lunch, Alby said he needs to speak with you, to go find him."

"What? Alby wants to talk with me?"

"Yes."

"What about?"

"Don't know," Siggy pulls a chunk of meat out.

I turn back to the door, but my mood is dampened by the news. What does Alby want to talk to me about? I can't think of anything I've done wrong. Didn't leave the Glade, I've been coming to work, and I've haven't attacked another Glader. Maybe he's mad about something I did. Thoughts batter around in my head until Joseph arrives and I know my time is up. I have to go see him now. There is no rain currently, but the sunlight is gone and it feels like the good day is ruined. I find Alby with the Bricknicks by the Slammer, they were hauling out the mud and making repairs.

"Oh, good, Greenie. I was just about to come find you," he hands off his bucket of mud and walks to me. My heart beats a little faster, His face scrunches," Don't look so scared?," he then smiles.

"I just am trying to think of what I've done wrong."

Alby laughs," You haven't done anything wrong. Just because I want to talk to you doesn't mean you're in trouble."

I let out the breath I've been holding in," Thank goodness."

"I just want to talk to you, see how everything is going. Like life on the Glade?"

"Yeah, I like it," I nod.

"Good, but I have to ask...," I tense up again. "Have you remembered anything? Your name?"

"Uh... no, nothing." The tension releases, you're not in trouble, it's okay.

"Newt told me you're toying with the idea of choosing your own name," Alby said it more as a question then a statement.

"Yeah, I've thought about it..."

Alby doesn't say anything for a minute," That's a good idea, we all support whatever you chose to do."

"Uhm, thanks, Alby," I shuffle my feet.

"I want to show you something," he beckons me to follow. We walk towards the maze, are we going inside?! No way! Alby wouldn't let me. Where are we going? there is nothing over here but the maze. We pass the entrance, I look down the echoing chambers expecting something, but they are empty. Alby pushes some vines out of the way to show me the wall. This part of the wall is different, it's not just blank and gray, there are names etched into it. I reach my hand out and feel the engraving on Jeff's name. It was so simple, just four letters, but they were his identity. They in a small way defined him, a definition I was still missing.

"What is this?," I turn to Alby but keep tracing the letters.

"This is where we stake claim to the Galde," he says. "Every Glader who has ever been here and put their name on this wall."

I turned back and saw underneath Jeff's name was another, it read Stephen. It was all crossed out, like someone has chipped away at it on purpose. "What happened to his name?," I gently stroked the cuts. "Who is he? Stephen?

"He was a Glader, before his passing."

"So, he is dead."

"Yes," Alby looked at the wall. "We've lost some great people here."

"Why show me this, Alby?," I pull my hand away.

"I want you to know that you have a place here, on the Glade... with all of us. I want you to know that when your time comes, when you want to, there is space for your name on this wall."

I felt my eyes sting, but let the tears fall back before forming," Thank you, Alby."

"Anytime, Greenie," he smiles softly.

"I can't believe I've ran past this wall almost every day for the past, I don't know, week and I never saw it."

"It's hard to see what you're not looking for," Alby chuckles. "Oh... and Greenie?"

"Yeah," I turn to Alby and his face is bright red.

"I need to ask... Jackson?"

I smile," We're friends."

"Okay," he nods, his blush diminishing.

"I didn't know you stooped to the gossip, Alby," I teased him as we returned to the Slammer.

"I don't. But I heard it and I thought I should ask... I don't want the Glade spread with false rumors."

"Thank you! Oh, it's been driving me crazy. If you could spread the word that it's not real, that would be great."

"Yeah, sure thing. Let me know if you have any questions or want to talk."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks, Alby," I wave as I walk away from the Slammer.

I head back to the Med hut, Jeff is there sorting out the creams.

"Hey Jeff," I greet him as I walk to my bed.

"Hey Greenie," he keeps his eyes glued on his task.

I lay on my bed, with nothing to do. I guess I could help them clean out the Slammer, but that looks like a no. The Deadhead is too muddy to sit in, stupid rain. Ben is back in the maze, Jackson is annoyed of me and I don't have any other friends! Gally was a friend, but he has been kind of freaky lately. Yesterday in the bathhouse had sent a shiver down my spine. I don't see why he's acting like this. Even if he does like me, acting like a baby isn't going to make me like him back... neither is acting all creepy.

"Can I ask you for a favor, Greenie?" Jeff asked.

"Yes!," I jump from the bed," What do you need?"

"Can you go get me some more water, this paste is too thick," he points to the water jug without prying his eyes from the paste.

Ughhh I could do this in the kitchen, I think as I walk to the water pump. Oh god! I freeze as I watch Newt lay down his bucket and start pumping water. Of course he's here! I can'3t leave, Jeff needs water, I think before Newt sees me and waves. Gotta keep going.

"Hey Greenie!," he says with asmile that makes my head jumble.

"Hey Newt," I wave in return.

"Haven't seen you in a while, getting into trouble?," he asks while pumping.

"Uhm... nope. I'm reformed since my night in the Slammer," I joke. "What about you? I don't see you around really..."

He smiles," Mostly helping Zart until the rainy season stops, should be pretty soon. By the time the new Greenie comes," he finishes pumping and moves his bucket aside. "Here, let me," he takes my bucket and sets it down.

"Oh, thanks, Newt," I grab the ends of my hair, trying to settle my nerves.

"Not a problem," he starts pumping the water. "How are you're nightly jogs going?"

"I can't go as often, the ground is too muddy," I admit.

"I'll admit, it looks tempting. I almost miss being a Runner."

"Almost?"

He grins," Almost."

"One of these nights you should run with me," I blurt. Why are you talking? Who said you could talk! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!

"Yeah, maybe I should," he stops pumping. "Where are you headed?"

"The Med hut. Jeff needs the water." That wasn't bad... he didn't say no. That was basically a yes! I need Jackson to find out tonight!

"Oh, is someone hurt?"

"No, he's just using it for science," I smile.

Newt picks up my bucket and then his own, his way of saying he would carry it for me. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I didn't protest.

"Since you have the afternoons off, I'll have to come find you when we need help with the Garden," Newts walks beside me.

"I doubt you'll find me," I joke.

"I know the Glade pretty well, you can't hid from me," he grins. My heart speeds up and I can't form the right words so I let out a forced chuckle in response. "Here we are," he hands me the bucket outside the Med hut. "Don't be a stranger," he says before heading away.

How does he do that? How does he make me feel this way?! I can't stand it! UGH! I bring Jeff his water and he thanks me without looking up.