A.N.: Hello :D Today's my birthday eheheh. Anyway, they kissed eheheh. This chapter won't have much of Minho and Emma, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Chapter 20: Teresa

That night Emma slept with Minho again and although she fell asleep with a smile on her lips, a strange dream about WICKED taunted her.

She was sitting on the same table as before, in front of the same blue eyed girl. She held a worried expression and her eyes stared at her.

"I need to talk to you." The girl told her looking around to see if anyone was around.

"What is it Teresa?" Emma asked raising her eyebrow.

Teresa… That was her name. Emma remembered it now but she didn't know how she knew it.

Teresa got up and walked around the table motioning for Emma to follow and so she did.

The blue eyed girl lead her to what it looked like a dorm. Several equal bunks were spread all over the room, each with two names.

They stopped at the one which had their names. Teresa on the top and Emma on the bottom.

"I have to ask you something." she began "Do you love Thomas?"

The familiar name made Emma's brain tingle since some of the memories were being recovered.

"No." She answered. "He's a good person, but no."

"Good." Teresa told her. "Fail the test."

"What test?" Emma asked whispering knowing that they weren't supposed to be having that conversation.

"Don't act do naive." She scolded her "They are testing us both. All the private sessions we're having. They are seeing who is supposed to be the last one."

"What?" Emma asked joining all the pieces of her brain. "I think… I think you're right."

"Fail the test. You'll still go on group A. I just want to remember a piece of Thomas." Teresa begged.

"Don't worry." Emma assured her. "You'll have that piece."

Emma woke up with a claustrophobic sensation so she untangled herself from Minho's arms.

"What? Emma?" he asked being waken up by the sudden movement.

Emma sat on the bed feeling like her brain was going to explode.

"Minho?" she asked looked at the confused boy who stared at her. "Is there anyone named Thomas in here?"

"What the…?"

"Just answer." Emma begged.

"No." He answered sitting up holding her hand. "What's wrong?"

"It was just a dream…" she whispered more to herself than to Minho, though she didn't believe her own words.