By 'We need to talk', Lawrence basically meant, 'I'll talk, you shut up and listen.' He talked for ages.

He told me why there were here in the first place-Tommy was voluntarily heading back, despite everything he had been through, how they were going to destroy WCKD once and for all, and for me, the most shocking thing- that Gally was alive.

Gally. I tried to picture the last time I'd seen him. WCKD forcing him to throw a knife at Tommy, WCKD controlling Chuck, making him dive in the way and take the knife at the last second, Tommy punching the bloody life out of Gally, before Minho and I could drag him away.

"But there's one thing I need to know," says Lawrence, snapping me out of my thoughts," I know you're close to Thomas, but that doesn't get rid of the fact that you're not Immune. I need to know if we can trust you or not."

I close my eyes. The headache has got much worse. "Most of the time," I say, "But not in a few minutes."

"Well that's hardly convincing." Lawrence grunts, "I'm going to keep you tied up for now, but tell me once your sane."

"Actually, I think you might be able to tell yourself," I say dryly.

Lawrence gives a small sad smile, and pulls out a long coil of rope from one of his pockets. He really was prepared for anything. I don't resist as he ties me to my chair, but I know it won't be long before I'm screaming and shouting for it to be undone.

"Nice and tight," I say, "In the Glade, I was always the best at knots."

Lawrence just smiles and shakes his head.

"We don't want to kill you now, do we? What ever would Thomas say?" He looks at me.

"Tommy only shot me, because he is my friend and I told him to. It's what friends do."

"What-shoot each other in the head?"

I snarl. The pressure in my head, is rapidly getting worse. "No," I reply curtly, "Friends look out for each other. I trusted Tommy to shoot me because he's either one of the bravest shanks in the history of the world, or, that it's because he's a lot better than me and Minho at seeing the best in people. Right now, I'm only trusting you and your friend, because Tommy is."

"Easy kid, I get you. I was just having a laugh."Lawrence smiled, " Hate to break it you though, but your Thomas doesn't actually trust us that much either. " With that, he turned and walked out the door.

Then the headache finally erupted. Pain shot through me and I screamed. It was like I had been stung be a griever and I was going through the Changing. Images flickered in front of me. I was reliving my memories-the past I had left behind.

The first one- becoming a Runner, and attempting suicide, by climbing up the maze wall and jumping. Emotions fly through me, as remember the pain in my leg, and I cry out in agony. My fear as I looked up and saw it was getting dark, my relief as Alby rescued me and dragged me to safety, just as the doors slammed shut.

The second one- A younger girl who somehow reminds me of Sonya screaming, crying out , as WCKD took us away to join the Immunes. It strikes me how similar we look in appearance.

The same girl again, older this time, hugging and telling me everything was going to be ok.  

And the last one- we're all standing in a canteen, and the Groups are hugging each other and saying everything's going to be ok, that we'll find each other when it's all over.

Then I fall unconscious, into a dreamless sleep.

Lawrence comes and wakes me, "Congrats, kid, You survived, We're dropping your 'Tommy' a few miles away from WICKED. "

"I'm coming with him. It's ok, I'm sane. I won't let Tommy get hurt."

He frowns, considering for a moment, and then says "Alright, but on one condition-Thomas doesn't see you. He thinks you're dead. He'll probably be in a daze anyway, like he has been for the rest of the journey. Keep your distance."

I nod, It makes sense.

"Ok." Lawrence continues, "I'll go wake Thomas. You take a shower, go and freshen up and you and Thomas will be on your way."

He goes out the room into the lounge, to where Tommy is sleeping.