Hello! Nice to post this story again :) It is holiday till the end of the week, so I'll have more time to write this story! Yay!

*These characters DOES NOT belong to me. It's fanfic, so they belong to James Dashner. (Except Hanna, this is my friend's name)

P.O.V Hanna

Minho's eyes widened. He seemed to be struggling with something. Hope flared inside me. Did he actually remember me?

I could feel the Gladers' eyes stareing at me and Minho. The British boy next to him shifted nervously, glancing at Minho. "Minho, do you actually remember that girl?" Even though the boy said it with a small voice, the Glade was quiet enough so that his voice echoed around the Glade. Minho shook his head. "No, Newt." He murmured. "Not at all." He seemed shocked, but uncertainty flashed behind his eyes.

Newt glanced at me uncertainly. I could see that part of him tried to believe my story. I knew that my story must sound ridiculous to them, but it was the truth. I didn't know why I was sent here, but one thing was certain. I had to help Minho retrieve his memories about me.

But then…. My courage wavered as I remembered Minho's mother, all crazed as she dashed out of her house. His past was not the one that I recommended he would like to remember. I broke out of my thoughts by a cry from one of the Gladers. I looked at the Gladers as Minho stumbled and collapsed.

I stared nimbly as the Gladers crowded around Minho. Newt's face was pale as he crouched beside Minho. "Minho?" He shook him lightly. Newt's face was getting paler and paler, and his eyes were terrified as he finally got up. "Clint!" He called, his voice hoarse. Clint hurried out of the crowd and grabbed Minho's left arm. "Help me get him to the Homestead. Hopefully it is just from exhaustion" He didn't sound very hopeful. Newt didn't seem like he believed it was from exhaustion, but he grabbed Minho's other arm and dragged him away.

I stared at the place until the Gladers were all gone. I just couldn't believe my eyes. What have I seen? I was about to turn and go to the place where they took Minho, then something shiny caught my eyes. I walked toward it to take a closer look. A set of keys. I picked it up and examined it. There were 4 keys attached to it. The keys had a label each, 'The Slammer', 'Weapons Room', 'The Map Room', 'Frypan's cooking Room'. I pushed the keys in my pocket.

I looked around, trying to get a glimpse of the Gladers. Surprisingly, I saw that the Gladers were doing their jobs like they used to. There were no signs of Minho anywhere. I spotted a few clumps of Gladers near me, talking in low voices. I bit my lips and walked toward them, trying to ask them about the place they took Minho. I was halfway there when I heard a girl's voice, merrily talking to me. "Hey there!"

I turned around and saw a hand popping out of the ground. I almost screamed, but when I got closer, I could see that the hand was coming out of a hold in the ground, not from the ground itself. I frowned as I realized there was a lock on the chains that blocked the hole. I jumped back as a girl's face appeared in the hole. "Hi!" She said. "My name's Teresa. I heard from Tom that a Greenie arrived." Her eyes twinkled with delight. "Glad to see that you're a girl. Now I'm not the only girl here." She looked at the chains that blocked the hole. "I suppose I have to show you around the camp, since I was the Greenbean before you came. But, I suppose I can't." "Why are you stuck in that hole?" I asked. Teresa sighed. "Some stupid idea from Newt and Minho and the rest of the Gladers. They thought I was dangerous or something." She rolled her eyes. "As if I would stab the entire Gladers to death. Or putting me into the Slammer will help." "The Slammer?" She asked. "Yep, that's what this hole is called. The Slammer."

I rummaged inside my pocket and pulled out the set of keys. Teresa's eyes widened as I stuck the keys into the lock. I held the key tightly. "If I get you out of this Slammer, then can you show me the place where they took Minho when he collapsed?" Teresa nodded. "Yep, I can." I turned the key and the door opened. Teresa walked out of the hole. She took my hand and pointed to a small lone house at the corner of the Glade. "There. Tom said that's where they took Minho. The Med-jacks will be caring for him."

I ran toward the house, Teresa following me. I stopped at the front of the door. The door opened and Newt came out. He stopped when he saw Teresa and me. His eyes were shallow, but he managed to focus on us. "What…? Why are you out, Teresa?" Instead of answering, I pulled the keys out of my pocket and showed it to them. "Somebody dropped them." I said, meeting Newt's eyes steadily. "I picked them up." Newt snatched them out of my hands, looking annoyed. "I can give you a plenty of time in the Slammer for this." He warned. He sighed. "But anyway…." He glanced inside the door. "I guess you're here to see Minho, right?" I nodded. As if responding to that, I heard a scream inside the house, which made my blood turn to ice. "Well, maybe you can find out what's wrong." He grunted. "Cause we can't." He opened the door very slightly.

End of Chapter2! Thanks for reading! I guess the next chapter will be posted this week, before my holiday ends at Monday. See you then! (Plz leave a comment if you enjoyed it…)