You managed to get the Griever inside the Glade before the doors closed. And that was with everyone. So getting it to the Homestead was going to be tricky.

"Go!" Thomas said. Everyone pulled. It moved a couple inches, then you all had to stop.

"How are we going to do this?" You asked out of breath.

"No. . . idea."  Chuck said, between gasps for air.

"We got it a few feet away from the doors. That's an accomplishment." Minho said, catching his breath also.

"Yeah, but how are we going to get it to the Homestead?" Thomas asked.

"Can we roll it?" You asked.

"No. Too difficult." Gally said. "What do we need this for, anyway?"

"We can see if we could us anything in here to get us out of here." Minho said.

"Good that." Alby said.

"But what part? How do we know?" You asked.

"I don't know. But its worth a shot." Thomas said.

You knew he was right. But what part was what you needed? How did you know? How did you even get the part? You were confused.

"But, it could be a trap. Why would a Griever just die right there for us to find?" You asked.

"WICKED must have put it there for us to find. Only explanation." Gally said.

"It's our only chance of getting out of here, again." Thomas said.

"Why can't we just take the way you took last time." You asked.

"Because WICKED isn't that stupid. They changed it." Thomas rubbed his eyes with a groan.

"Does anyone remember to what?" Chuck asked.

Everyone shook their heads. You groaned.

"Can we just get this thing to the Homestead, please? I plan on sleeping tonight." You said, getting ready to pull the Griever again.

Everyone got ready as well. When you were about to pull again, a high pitched grinding sound made its way through the Glade. You dropped the Griever's leg and covered your ears.

"What is that?" You barely heard Minho say.

"I don't know." Thomas answered.

You looked over to the walls. The South Door was opening again. The sound stopped and you took your hands off your ears.

"What was that?" Newt asked.

"I don't know. But it was really annoying." Minho said.

"Guys! The South Door just opened!" You shouted to them, already halfway to the wall.

"(Y/N)! Hold on!" You heard Gally say. You didn't listen. You just kept running.

You made it to the door and stopped in your tracks. The door was wide open, there was a brief gust of wind that blew your hair back. You just stared and waited for something to happen. The guys finally caught up to you. Newt in the lead, he didn't seem to have a limp. He never really had one since he showed up here with Alby, Minho, and Thomas. WICKED must have fixed that. Wait. How did you know he had a limp in the first place? Were you friends before this hell? Maybe. You really never know. But you didn't experience that feeling when he came up. Just a little feeling of recognization. But nothing like a broken heart put back together.

"What are you doing?" Newt asked.

"Waiting." You sat down.

"No, this could be dangerous. Come on. We need to get back."

"Why? Everything here is dangerous. That's apparently what you don't get, am I right? We can't hide from them. They're going to try and kill us no matter what."

"I don't have time for this." Gally said, walking away.

"Neither did your brother." You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Gally stopped and turned around. Everyone seemed surprised. Even you. It was there one minute but gone the next.

"What?" Gally's voice was shaking. You never seen him so venerable. You knew him before the Maze. You knew them all before the Maze. You figured that out.

"Your brother. He was thirteen. Chucks age. They were best friends. And, as you could imagine, he was sent into the Maze." You surprised yourself for how much was coming back to you all of a sudden. "Not this one. Maze B. With Aris and Rachel. You almost killed all the WICKED workers. It was hysterical. It took Thomas, Minho, Newt, and me to hold you back. Yet we were still moving forwards."

Everyone around you had been stunned. Gally looked worse then the others.

"I-I-I. . . I had-had. . . a b-brother?" He stumbled for words.

"Yeah. He was worse then you though. Mean to everyone except me and River." Mention the name 'River' felt so natural it scared you. It made you think about her.

River was two. She had long, wavy to curly hair that reached her shoulders. You remembered she usually had her hair in two low braids at the sides that you would do for her every day. She always loved wearing dresses. Especially the ones that were puffy at the bottom. The pink ones would always bring out her big purplish, pinkish, blue eyes. She had the coolest eyes. You always loved them. You were put in charge of her when she was first brought in. You were (two years younger then you are now) she had to be only a few months at the time. She didn't have a name at the time, or at least a name tag and you had no clue what her name was so you named her River. You love the name. You wondered what happened to her after you were sent here. You remember her little voice calling your name when they took you away to be in the Maze. She had always said your name wrong. But you didn't really care. You didn't want to be separated from her. You were terrified of what would happen to her.

"(Y/N)?" Gally was waving a hand in your face.

"Yeah?" You said snapping out of your day dreams.

"Who's River?"

"She is a little girl. Three at most. I was put in charge of her. She grew really close to me, as did I to her. She was only a few months when they brought her in. No one new her name, so I called her River. Her mother was never found. He father died of the Flare. He was one of the first to catch it. She was already Immune though, which we found weird. She was like a little sister to all of us. Your brother was the one to be worried about her when they did experiments on her. She was smarter then most. Smarter then a six year old. She blew passed her first year in pre-school. Which of course was a trial. Your brothers name was Justin. He was three years older than you."

"What do you mean 'was'?"

"He. . . He didn't make it out of the Maze trials. He was brought back to headquarters and revived. He has little to no memory of you, River, or any one of us. They did exactly what they do when you come into the Maze. He thinks he has been working for WICKED his whole life and is committed to his work of finding a cure. That's the only difference. He has that chip thing in his head, they can control him. Just like they can us. But me right now, telling you all this, I should be dead right now. WICKED must be having a glitch or something. This shouldn't be happening."

You looked around. All the boys were either still in shock or getting just starting to get over it. You smiled knowing that WICKED didn't want you to know all of that. The memory barrier just broke. For everyone. You knew something was up with their systems and who might have caused it.

River.

She always said that she had friends that help her when she needs it. Maybe she needed it now.

The sent of something burning caught you by surprise. You looked around. No one seemed to know anything about it either. They looked just as confused as you did. That's when they came. Right through the doors. Running at full speed right at you.

A mob of Cranks.