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The battle at New York has just passed. With the city left in disarray and quickly getting back on its feet, it's back to business for Emily. She is back to her usual schedule, which she's been doing for her entire 16 year old life: running, surviving and trying to forget. When She somehow gets herself mixed up with the avengers, she fears the danger that follows. She has Jim, her best friend, but she knows she is unstable. She knows she's a ticking time bomb.

That's why she's always trying to get lost.

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Boredom. Never before has been expressed so thoroughly. After the chair incident, Thomas and I quickly lost interest in everything. Chuck came around noon thankfully with food.

When I heard him coming I shot to my feet. "You bringeth sustenance!"

Chuck looked warily at me. "What's wrong with her?" Thomas just shrugged. "I don't know, and I don't even care any more,"

Chuck passed us the food, and Thomas and I wolfed it down. "Everything's getting back to normal," the boy announced. "The Runners are out in the Maze, everyone's working-maybe we'll survive after all. Still no sign of Gally-Newt told the Runners to come back lickety-splickety if they found his body. And, oh, yeah-Alby's up and around. Seems fine-and Newt's glad he doesn't have to be the big boss anymore."

I tended at the sound of Gally, but I had to learn to let go the way people talked about him. I just didn't like the way Chuck phrased "his body".

"Chuck continued talking, taking a completely unexpected turn. "Thomas, I'm kinda messed up, man. It's weird to feel sad and homesick, but have no idea what it is you wish you could go back to, ya know? All I know is I don't want to be here. I want to go back to my family. Whatever's there, whatever I was taken from. I wanna remember."

I looked at the young boy and felt a longing to hug him. His chubby cheeks were shadowed over, and his eyes were downcast. "I know what you mean," I muttered, looking away. "I used to cry every night," Chuck suddenly said. I tore my attention from the floor and looked toward the direction Chuck was in. "Yeah?" Thomas asked. "Like a pants-wettin' baby. Almost till the day you got here. Then I just got used to it, I guess. This became home even though we spend every day hoping to get out."

"I've only cried once since showing up, but that was after almost getting eaten alive. I'm probably just a shallow shuck-face." Thomas admitted, and I decided to let them talk for now.

"You cried?" I heard Chuck say through the window. "Then?"

"Yeah. When the last one finally fell over the Cliff, I broke down and sobbed till my throat and chest hurt."

Thomas paused, and I guessed the recollection of memories was coming. I imagined the walls and the musty dark sucking the air out of us. "Everything crushed in on me at once. Sure made me feel better-don't feel bad about crying. Ever."

"Kinda does make ya feel better, huh? Weird how that works."

They paused, and I took up the opportunity. "Hey, I'm just gonna go and sleep..." I said, and trudged to the corner. The depressing conversations weren't good for my demeanor. I had fallen asleep for a few minutes, and awoke when I heard rustling. Chuck was walking away, but I heard Thomas mutter. "I swear Chuck. I swear I'll get you back home,"

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