"I think it's time you make another meal," Siggy said while peeling potatoes.

"Really?," I looked up from cutting onions.

He shrugged," Of course. That first meal was a hit."

"Thanks, Siggy."

"Darling, I should be thanking you, I need a break from all this," he pushed the potatoes away. "Any new ideas?"

I shook my head," No... but maybe this time I'll plan ahead better. Maybe make breakfast instead."

Siggy nodded," Not a bad idea."

I smiled, but it faded when I felt the rumble inside me again. The doom spread over me, an uncertainty, a feeling of dread. What is this... Why am I so paranoid? It had been a few days since I had felt it in the Deadhead with Ben, but it was coming more and more frequently, like a countdown.

"Hey... Siggy?"

"Mhh?"

"Do you... ever get a weird feeling?," I chop more onions.

"Like what?"

"Like something bad is going to happen," I look him in the eye and I see his concern.

"No... Never anything like that. You feeling okay?"

"The past few days... I don't know... I just have a bad feeling."

"Mhh... maybe it's just nerves?"

"But I have nothing to be nervous about."

"Darling, living here, you always have something to be nervous about," Siggy joked and went back to peeling potatoes.

"So tomorrow's breakfast?"

"I'm on it," I reassured him, already trying to forget the doubtful feeling and think of food.

Joe was not feeling well, so I stayed the entire day. It wasn't bad, I just wasn't as used to it. Once dinner was served and over, the Sloppers came and cleaned up everything while I went to food storage. It looked a little bare, less than what I remembered. There was some fruit, vegetables, pork and some rice. I decided to do just some rice and veggies. It would be simple, not so hard to make like the chicken and peppers and not so time consuming, just boil the rice and maybe heat up the vegetables.

I left storage and was headed back to my room as the Glade was fading into the night, Gladers going to sleep and a few torches being lit.

"Hey," I heard a familiar voice call out, hopefully not for me.

I slowly turned and it had been," Oh, hi..."

I saw Newt light the final torch and then douse his flame stick," Haven't really seen you lately," he smiled and I felt a different kind of rumble in my stomach.

"Yeah, it's been busy," I lied. "Surprised to see you lighting the torches, isn't that a Slopper job."

"Well, you know I pitch in when I can," he grinned.

"Should... should we even be talking?," I ask timidly.

Newt's face flattens," What do you mean?"

"I mean the new rules... not being alone with the girl after dark."

"That's not what Alby said."

"Sure sounded like it," I look away from him.

"Hey... it wasn't meant to... it's not like he... the rules are meant to help."

"I didn't see a problem with the way things were," I crossed my arms.

"I know," he said softly," And I'm sorry."

My heart melted," It's... it's not your fault," my arms fell to my sides.

"I... I just awnted to see how you were doing... ever since Stan."

"Oh..., right, yeah... I'm good."

Stan, the new Greenie had gotten his name. When I hear I felt a lump in my throat, but it want as bad as when Lee got his name, so it felt like mild progress. I still cried, but that was after hours of analyzing ever detail of my life here in the Glade.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, all good."

"What about you? Any new names?"

"Uh... no. I actually... gave up on that. I'll probably just be Greenie until the day I die."

"Don't say that," Newt voice had empathy.

"It's true. I figure after two months, it's just not happening."

"Don't give up hope."

I don't have hope, I thought.

"If you say so," I gave a weak smile.

"Oh, have you given any thought to your favor?"

"My favor?, Oh... yeah... that. Uhm, no. But, I'll think of something soon," I reassured him.

He smiled and my heat swooned," No worries. I just don't want you to forget."

How could I forget?

"I won't," I gave a small smirk.

"Well, I won't keep you. I bet your tired."

"Goodnight," I said as I turned and walked away, towards my hut.

I didn't sleep well, the feeling of angst surrounded me all night, but I couldn't understand what it meant. I got up and went to the kitchen and started to prep. Siggy showed up a few hours later and I was almost already done,a ll that was left was boiling the rice and cooking the vegetables.

"Girl, how long you been up?"

"I didn't sleep," I admitted.

"Not healthy, ya know? Gots to get some sleep."

"I just... couldn't."

"Still got that bad feeling?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, I hope it goes away. Last thing we need is something bad," he said as he took the pot of water out to the fire.

Breakfast came and went, there were less compliments on this dish, but I didn't really mind. After lunch, I went out to the tables and sat besdie Jackson as he ate the stew.

"Long time no see," he said with soup in his mouth.

"I know, I barely see you know that I'm confined at night."

"Well, rules are rules."

I rolled my eyes," Whatever."

"It's not my fault," Jackson defended.

"I know. I know," I rubbed my hands on my pants and looked around.

"You alright?"

"No. I... I just feel... really scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah, like I have really bad feeling."

"Why?"

"I don't know," I glanced around again.

"Just calm down. Take a deep breath."

I closed my eyes and ducked in a slow deep breath and let it out.

"Feel better?," Jackson asked.

"A little."

"So this bad feeling, what is it?"

"I... I'm not sure. I just feel like something bad is going to happen."

"Like?"

"I don't know. What bad could happen here?"

Jackson shrugged and took another bite," Bad things happen all the time. Cuts, bruises, broken bones, sprains."

I shook my head," Yeah, but I've never had this feeling before," I gripped my stomach, it rumbled again.

Jackson glanced around casually and then leaned forward," Could this have... I don't know... anything to do with... you know?," he danced around the topic.

With Newt?

"No! Not everything has to do with him!," I snapped.

"Geez, sorry," he took another bite.

I sighed and laid my head on the table," I'm sorry," I said into the table. "I... I don't know what's happening."

Maybe it's that time of the month...

"Don't sweat it. Just stress," he waved it off.

I sat up," Maybe it's just the Glade. A few days ago, Ben snapped at me and... it was weird."

"Weird? Weird how?"

"I don't know. He's always such a softy and then... it was just... just odd."

"Well, not everyone can be as perfect as me," he smirked.

"Shut up," I scoffed and rested my head in my hands.

"Tired?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"I get it. Happens to me all the time."

"What do you do?"

"I try to think about the future, always puts me right to bed."

"Like, outside the Glade?"

"Yeah," he took another bite.

"What do you think about that? Outside the Glade I mean? What do you think it'll be like?"

Jackson put down his spoon," I think outside the Glade is a better place."

"Tell me," I encourage him.

"I just think it's better. I imagine there's more space, filled with things I've never seen. There's more people to meet and I like to think there's less death out there."

"Less death..."

"Yeah, No Grievers and sickness. We all get to live."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What do you think outside the Glade will be like."

"I think it'll be normal, I mean, I hope at least. I hope I can just... leave all this behind and find who I really am."

Jackson nodded, "Me too... but I don't think we'll ever forget this."

I looked out over the tables of Gladers talking and eating, and then past them to the open space and garden and past that to the large gray walls. This place was seared into my memory and Jackson was right, we would never forget.