When the Box came up the next time, Dalton asked if anyone wanted to take over tour-duty. Usually he was the one who showed the Greenies around and went over the rules with them, but he'd been doing it for so long it was getting old. Alby had done it a couple of times, and Zart did it once, but there seemed to be some sort of unspoken rule that Dalton was the best at it, so everyone always assumed he would be the one to do it. It was surprising to them when he asked for someone to take over. P.F. was the only one not surprised, but he didn't offer to do it.

Stoy was willing, but he was the last Greenie and that wouldn't work. Louis and Clint volunteered, but Louis had only lived in the Glade for three months, and after a couple of days Clint changed his mind. Chris heard about it and offered to do it, but he was still in the Slammer, and nobody wanted him to do it. Somebody suggested that Nick do it, since he was the leader, but Nick wasn't interested in the affairs of Greenies.

"I got too much other stuff to do," he said as an excuse.

Elizabeth wasn't sure about it at first, but after a few days had passed, she confronted Dalton herself.

"If no one else wants to, I'll help the Greenie this time," she said. Dalton raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, if you want to go ahead, Elizabeth," he said. Secretly he'd been rooting for Newt to step up, but Elizabeth was a good choice, too. People had a hard time feeling uncomfortable around her. The only problem she might have would be if the Greenie started hitting on her or something. He doubted something like that would happen on their first day, but you never knew.

"Somebody can help you, if you want," he suggested, still trying to hire Newt. Elizabeth smiled at him like she knew exactly what was going through his head. She patted his arm.

"Thanks, Dalton, but I think it'll be fine. Newt would be too distracted if he came with us." Sure enough, she knew he'd been thinking about the blonde Glader. Dalton blushed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Honestly I wasn't expecting you to volunteer," he said, "I guess it just goes right up Newt's alley."

Elizabeth smiled again, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Actually I asked him about it, but he told me he'd prefer not to, at least this time," she said. Dalton shrugged.

"That's fine. Do you need to go over anything?"

Elizabeth shook her head: "No, thank you, Dalton." She flounced away and Dalton shrugged his shoulders again, though she couldn't see. He figured if she got stuck she would either ask somebody for help of figure it out on her own. She was smart like that.

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Elizabeth was excited about meeting the new Greenie. She was the first one at the Box, and she couldn't keep still. Out of all of the boys, she was the one who looked forward to meeting somebody new the most. Sure, she wished that they didn't have to be sent up here, but it was always fun to meet a new friend, here in this place that was so segregated from the rest of the world. In the back of her mind, she always crossed her fingers for another girl to be sent up, but it never happened. While she didn't exactly mind, she was had been longing for another female presence in the Glade. She loved the guys and valued their friendship, but she desperately needed a girlfriend to talk to and hang out with.

Nick, Minho, and Alby helped open the Box, and the Gladers stared down to see who the Greenie was. An extremely tall kid with large teeth and wide, green eyes hidden behind thick glasses stared up at them. His light hair was cropped in a buzz-cut, and his skin was as pale as a ghost. Elizabeth felt bad for him when he cringed and started shaking when Nick jumped down and held his hand out. The kid was at least foot taller than the Glade leader.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie," Nick said. "What's your name?"

"Uh-um..." the boy licked his lips and looked up at the others, still cowering in fear.

"It's okay, we aren't gonna hurt you," Alby said, jumping down beside Nick. The boy jumped and pushed his glasses up.

"Um, I-I'm Tyn," he said. Several of the Gladers snickered at the name. His shoulders sagged slightly, and touched the side of his glasses to straighten them. He flinched at the laughter and Elizabeth frowned at her Glademates. She crossed her arms and considered jumping down with Nick and Alby, but before she could, they climbed up with Tyn behind them.

"Good luck with that one, Elizabeth," Newt whispered, his breath caressing the tip of her ear and the edge of her jaw. "He's a skittish shank."

Elizabeth brushed her fingertips across Newt's arm in response, and then walked forwards. She could feel his gaze on her as she approached the new kid. When Tyn saw her his brow furrowed in confusion and he stopped shaking so hard. He was a good two feet taller than her; she had to crane her neck up to talk to him when she was in front of him.

"Hi, Tyn. My name is Elizabeth and I'll be showing you around the Glade, today. It's okay, there's nothing to really be afraid of. We all lost our memories when we came here, too."

"She sounds like a bloody tour-guide," Winston whispered loudly. Gally snorted and Dalton swatted his arm.

"Give her a chance," he said.

Elizabeth ignored them. Tyn looked at her, less afraid now that there didn't seem to be any apparent danger on the horizon.

"O-okay," he said, his voice betraying his nerves. Elizabeth smiled at him and pointed to Alby and Nick.

"Those guys who helped you up are Nick and Alby," she said, "And the wiseguy over yonder is Winston." As she went down the line introducing everyone, Elizabeth was struck with a sudden sense of deja-vu. She remembered waking up in the empty cot with Alby looking down at her, Nick and Newt standing in the room asking her questions about the writings on her arm. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet here she was, feeling like a Greenie all over again. She looked over at Gally and met his eyes. He nodded at her, and the action was somehow encouraging. The difference between Tyn and her was that she hadn't been alone during her first month as a new Glader. Gally had been Greenie right along with her.

After they had all been properly introduced, Elizabeth took him to the Homestead. She figured she'd show him where he'd be sleeping first. She led him to the hut nearest to the well, where Stoy had been living alone up until now.

"This is where you'll be living," she said, "Your hut-mate is Stoy, and he's really nice. They sent him up last month, and since Damon replaced Doug as Nick's roommate he's been alone this month."

Tyn frowned and Elizabeth mistook his wariness for uncertainty. "Don't worry," she said, "Stoy's pretty mellow. I think you'll get alone, fine."

"That's..." Tyn bit his lip and fiddled with his glasses again. Elizabeth briefly wondered if they were the right prescription. She hoped they were, for his sake. "That's not what I was worried about," he mumbled.

"Then what is it?" she asked.

"Everyone...I just don't understand how I got here? Everyone talks about 'them' sending me up, but who is that? I don't understand!"

"It's okay," Elizabeth said, her voice gentle. "We're all in the same boat as you. Nobody really knows who sent us up here and for what purpose. Every one of us who was sent up has lost all of their memories of their old life except for their name. It's the one thing whoever sent us here let us keep."

She was lying about knowing who had sent them here, of course, but it was far too complicated to get into, now. Besides, she technically didn't know the specific people who completed the procedure and sent them up in the Box. She technically didn't remember her life before the Glade. The things she did know were sketchy and minimal, a couple days or instances at most.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so n-nervous about all of this," Tyn said, flinching when Elizabeth giggled.

"Tyn you're completely fine! Honestly, you're taking this a lot better than a lot of Greenies have in the past."

"Greenies?"

"It's what we call the newest member of the Glade. Don't be surprised if the guys start calling you that," Elizabeth winked at him. She wanted to get him to relax, if only a little, but he remained fidgety and jumpy throughout her whole tour. She explained the rules of the Glade, and then went over the different jobs he could join. It was late noon when she started passing through the pig pens and makeshift kitchen. Tyn didn't seem to be very interested in any jobs, despite her attempts at describing them in detail and adding dramatic flair and appeal. The problem was, he didn't seem altogether disinterested in any of them, either. Except for Damon's job of Slicer. He almost looked sick when she started going into detail about his job.

"You might be good at being a Bricnick," she suggested, "they're pretty much like Builders except not as...involved, I guess. You met Dave, and he really enjoys doing that with Chris." There was a prick in her stomach when she thought of Chris.

"Who's Chris again? S-sorry, I don't remember!" Tyn asked, his eyes wide. Elizabeth shook her head.

"It's okay! You don't remember him because you never met him. He's in the Slammer right now for misbehavior."

"S-slammer?" What in the world possessed WICKED to send them this poor, nervous boy into the Maze? He might have been immune, but there was no way he'd be able to stand his own in a fight against the Grievers. Thinking this, Elizabeth's heart ached in shame and sympathy. She closed her eyes, wishing she hadn't thought that. He was just shy and confused. It was only his first day, why should she be signing him off as dead? It was highly unfair of her.

"The Slammer is our prison. We usually only put people in there who have broken the rules," she explained. Tyn seemed satisfied at that answer. He walked a little ahead of her, into the gardens.

Elizabeth had saved the gardens for last for two reasons: one, because it was her last hope for Tyn. If he didn't like the idea of being a Track-hoe he'd have to join Stoy as a slopper. And two, because she wanted to see Newt and walk to dinner with him. He heart fluttered as soon as she walked up and saw the back of him. He crouching down with a spade and was digging in the dirt with it.

"These are the Track-hoes," she told Tyn, "they garden and harvest the produce and herbs." She was expecting Newt to turn at her voice, but he didn't look up from whatever he was doing. From the angle she was at, she could see the side of his face that was all squished up in concentration. If it wasn't such a dramatic thing to do Elizabeth might have fainted at the sight, it was so cute.

"Who came up with the names of these jobs?" Tyn asked. Elizabeth blinked slowly.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully.

"Yo, Elizabeth!" Zart grabbed her shoulder and whipped her around. She gasped in surprise but even then Newt remained focused. Good heavens, could the man get any more adorable?

"I haven't seen you around for a while," Zart said, completely oblivious to the fact he had nearly scared her to death. He paused and looked over at Tyn and frowned. "You showing the Greenie around?"

"Yeah," she said, turning to look at the newbie. He was watching Snow watering spinach and she was relieved to see some interest on his face. Zart started talking to her about the harvest and the new gardening tools the Box had sent up with Tyn. It was nice to talk to him outside of dinner. Ever since joining the Runners she hadn't really gotten the chance to spend time with anyone besides them and Newt of course. She missed Zart and Snow, and she missed Gally and his no-nonsense.

"Um, Elizabeth?" Tyn was wringing his hands together when he approached. She shared a look with Zart, and the Track-hoe raised an eyebrow at him.

"So you'll be joining us, then, Greenie?" he asked before Elizabeth could respond to her name. Tyn looked at him for several seconds before nodding and pushing his glasses up.

"Yes, if that's okay," he said. Zart watched him and tilted his head.

"You want to start now, or tomorrow?" he asked. Tyn shrugged and Eizabeth could practically feel the agitation flowing through him.

"It's up to you. We're almost done for the day, anyway." Zart moved away and Tyn made a sort of gurgle noise in his throat. Elizabeth hated the amount of pity she felt towards this boy, who was so nervous and unsure. She truly hoped he would relax and fit in well with the Track-hoes. From her experience, they were some of the more laid-back men in the Glade, Newt especially. Speaking of Newt, he had finally finished whatever it was he'd been doing, and was busy brushing dirt off his pants. When he felt her gaze on him, he looked up and smiled. There was a streak of dirt across his left cheek and nose.

"Ho, there, Elizabeth, Greenie!" he said cheerfully. Elizabeth beamed at him. She loved seeing him happy.

"Y-yes," Tyn stammered, "Ho!" he brought his hand up in an awkward wave and Newt snorted.

"So Tyn, dinner will be ready soon, so it looks like our tour is over. Unless you had any questions for me?" Elizabeth said. Tyn thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"I can't think of anything," he said. He looked at Elizabeth, and then back at Newt, and then took a step closer to her. He was so tall he had to lean down to whisper in her ear. She tried to help by craning her neck towards him but it didn't help the awkwardness. Newt watched them with a bemused expression on his face.

"I'm allergic to onions."

What? Elizabeth couldn't help herself. She burst into laughter and stepped away from him. Out of everything he could have asked, he said that? Poor innocent! She couldn't look at him because she knew if she did she might start crying from the sheer hilarity of it. Newt asked her what was so funny, his own laughter cutting through his words. Tyn had a sheepish look on his face, but by the time Zart and Snow wanted to know what was up there was a smile on his face.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Elizabeth gasped out when she was able to talk again. She was leaning on Snow's shoulder, with Newt on her other side pressing Tyn for answers. When Tyn finally told them what it was he said, the Track-hoes erupted in their own bout of laughter.

"I don't know where the shuck you've come from, Greenie, but I like you. Welcome to the Track-hoes!" Zart said, wiping tears from his eyes.