I am sitting on a carpeted floor in a small room. There is a little boy sitting next to me. As young as he is, I am younger. Just like the last dream, I am not in control of my own actions. This must be another memory. We are playing with blocks, building things with them. The two of us look almost nothing alike, but somehow I know that this boy is my brother. We smile and laugh and play for a minute or two before I notice her. A woman, our mother, is crying. I poke my brothers arm and then point to my mother.
"Why is mommy crying?" I hear my small voice ask him. I see the joy drain out of his eyes and the smile that had lit up his face only moments before, disappeared.
"Because daddy is sick and she might be too." He tells me.
"Where's daddy?"
"He had to leave."
"When is he coming back?"
"I don't think he is."
I look sadly at my sobbing mother and everything around me fades away.
This time I am in another room, sitting between my mom and my brother. A strange man in a dark suit is sitting in front of us on a couch. The man is talking to my mom about some group called WICKED. Telling her that my brother is immune. He tells her that my brother and I are necessary for finding a cure. In the end out mother let us go. She tells us that she loves us and is proud of us. I start crying and my brother holds me close as the dream fades away.

I wake up and my first thought is that I have a brother. I don't bother to wonder what he is immune to or who WICKED is. The only thing that is on my mind is my brother. Is he one of the Gladers? Which one? I look around at all of the sleeping Gladers, but non of them look anything like the boy in my dream. Finally I get up and climb out of bed. Once my shoes are on I walk out of the Homestead and jog to the tree. For a while I just sit in it and think to myself. Then I hear a noise from below and my heart picks up speed.
"Shadow?" I ask hopefully, but there is no reply. "Shuck it!" I yell and punch the tree. "Minho. If you are there, please come out of the shadows or say something." Silence. "Great. Now I really am just talking to myself... Immunity..." I say out loud to my self, thinking about the dream. "What are people immune to? Disease. I would have to be a serious one . One that is killing a lot of people. Why else would they need children who are immune? Why would they need kids who aren't immune? Why would they need both types of children...? A control group. Maybe it was for an experiment. That would explain why they needed both types. My brother. He is immune. Who is he? He's got to be one of the Gladers. Right? That would depend on who WICKED is. If they are the Creators then my brother must be a Glader. But which one? None of them look like him. Maybe he isn't here yet. Maybe he is one of the future Greenies. Who is WICKED? No one would just name their organization WICKED. It must stand for something. WICKED... WICKED... WICKED... What are some words that begin with W? While. Wall. World. Word. Water. Watermelon. Whale. Which, what where, why. Way. Whatever. Wacko... The next letter in WICKED is I. What starts with I? If, it, in, I. Igloo. Ice. Immortal. Immune. Indecisive. Insane... C. The next letter is C. Control. Contain. Contagious. Congruent. Condescending. Clarify. CLarification. Catastrophe. Cow. Chase. Cat. Confused. Confusing. Came, come, can. Crazy... What's next? K. Kill. Kite. Kettle. Keep. Kit. Key. Kitten. Kibble. Knot, know, knee, knife, knock. Kick. Kiss. Kooky... Next is E. Words that start with E. Elephant. Eel. Eagle. Electric. Evil. Energy. Eloquent. Entire. Easy. Either. Erase. Echo. Exit. Egg. Enter. Enlighten. Enigma. Everyone. Experiment. Eccentric... The last letter is D. Debut. Ditto. Drip. Drop. Daisy. Dainty. Dorky. Dog. Dark. Duck. Dumb. Delirious. Deranged..." I groan in frustration. "I will come back to that."
"Who are you talking to?"
"What? No one. I was just talking to myself. Shadow didn't show up so I had no one else to talk to."
"Well you can talk to me about it while you work. Now come on. Breakfast is almost over."
The sun is up? I look around and see the sunlight peaking through the trees. Wow. I can't believe I missed the sunset. "It's okay. I'm not hungry anyway." I tell him as I hop to the ground.
"You're never hungry. You're gonna bloody starve yourself."
"No I wont. I'm fine."
"Don't pull that bull klunk with me. You are not okay."
I roll my eyes. "Aright fine. I'm not okay. Not at all. I constantly have stuff eating away from the inside and I want it all to stop." I say sarcastically. "Is that better."
Newt frowns at me. "Just go to the Garden." He says before walking away.