Florence gathered together the things she needed, sweeping her hair back into a ponytail as she turned to move out of the room. She bumped directly into someone's chest, staggering back a little to be met by Gally's face.

"Oh, sorry." She mumbled sheepishly, and he gave her a dismissive smile.

"It's okay, I wasn't being careful." He replied, a kind tone in his voice, and a kindness also present in his eyes.

He's so much nicer now. Being out of the Glade looks good on him.

She gave him a just as friendly smile, going to move past him when he grabbed her arm to stop her. Turning around with an expectant and confused expression, she watched Gally shift from one foot to another.

"How are you?"

That's a bit of an odd question. Polite, yeah I guess, but in this situation? It's an odd question to be asking.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, with Minho." She felt her heart stop. "We all know how you feel about him. Even oblivious old me." He teased himself a little, and although she laughed, tears rose in her eyes.

"I'm trying not to think about what they might be doing to him. We're gonna get him back, and it's all going to be okay. That's it." She told him simply.

It was a little naïve to not be thinking of the possible ways their plan could go wrong, but it would hurt Florence far too much to do it. To her, there was no other alternative to getting Minho back. That was her only option.

He tugged her into a hug with one arm, not fully expecting her to hug back but wanting to comfort her. To his surprise, her arms wrapped around his waist as her face buried briefly in his chest. They stayed like that for a moment, and then pulling back again, she held an expression of amusement.

"You know, you're getting better at this whole comforting thing." She teased and he grinned.

"Really? Thank you."

There was an awkward pause, in which Florence took a moment to really look at him. His shoulders were broader, his jawline more defined, and he also seemed to have grown a foot since the girl last saw him - or she just forgot how tall he was.

"I don't wanna ask you anything too personal, but how did you survive?"  She winced as the words passed her lips. but Gally seemed barely affected by it.

"No, it's okay." He paused, a brief flicker of pain flashing across his eyes and then vanishing. "I don't remember much about my actual injury. I was out for a few days while they 'sorted' me all out." He paused again, in discomfort, and Florence realised the subject was a little sore for him.

She went to interrupt, to tell him he didn't have to explain, but he didn't allow her to as he continued talking.

"I didn't bother asking questions cause I didn't want to know what they did. There's a scar, where it was, which is pretty cool." He indicated his chest with his hand, a small smile pulling at his lips. "I know I owe my life to Lawrence. He took me in, and gave me my life here. And now I wanna help you guys."

She nodded, heart swelling at the story. And then another question played at her mind. The small, curly haired boy Gally killed was directly at the front of her brain, and Florence feeling her throat go dry as she risked asking it.

"Do you blame yourself? For Chuck?"

Why the shuck would I ask that?

But to her surprise, Gally took a sharp intake of breath and answered. "I did, for a long time. I guess I uh, I still do." He looked directly at her then, a dark look clouding his eyes, and for a second, she saw the old Gally. "Do you- do you blame me?"

A wash of panic crashed over her, and then she straightened up, knowing that the truth would reassure Gally. And it was true.

"No. I don't." His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and he went to butt in, but she didn't let him. "Gally, you were stung. No one can be blamed for what they do when that happens. Like Ben," Her voice wavered, as if she didn't realise it was still a sore spot for herself. "He attacked Thomas, but it wasn't him doing it - it was the sting."

She could see him relaxing now. She also swore she saw the smallest glint of tears in his eyes.

"Anyway," She said breezily, knowing that he wouldn't want her to draw attention to it. "you're gonna help us. Chuck would've wanted that."

"He was a good kid."

"The best."

Once again, Gally led Thomas, Newt and Florence into the city. This time, he took them another way, down a different tunnel at ground level. He paused right before entering another larger tunnel, poking his head out for a second and drawing it back in again.

"Hold up." He said to them, Florence crawling over to lean against the wall of the tunnel beside him, as Newt and Thomas exchanged tired expressions.

The rattling sound of a train in the distance was becoming less distant, quickly, leading them to realise it would be passing them in mere seconds. Then it did. The bright lights and colours of the train almost blinded them, hurtling at high speed and then disappearing down the end of the tunnel.

"We're not gonna have a lot of time, stay on me, okay?" Gally looked to them each for acknowledgment, the girl merely nodding, tight-lipped.

As soon as the train had passed, Gally had jumped down from the small tunnel, landing on the tracks. He yelled for them to follow, closing the vent door after they jumped down behind him.

Dusting himself off, Newt looked down the tracks to where the train had just disappeared into the distance. Holding his infected arm, he turned to Thomas with a little amusement.

"Tommy loves trains, don't you mate?" He teased. Florence chuckled, to Newt's pleasure, but Thomas just scowled.

"Great, cause we're gonna see another one real soon!" Gally took off in a run, and Florence swore under her breath when she realised what he meant.

She took off after him, hot on his heels. She was surprised at how fast he was. Back in the Glade she never really saw him run; he wasn't a Runner. But clearly, he could've been had he wanted to.

The tunnel seemed never ending. A constant trail of neon lights, and gleaming train tracks, threatening to go on for eternity.

"Gally what the hell are we doing?" Florence could hear Thomas yelling from behind her, sounding a little further away than she would've liked. She expected he was limiting himself from his actual quick speed, to avoid Newt falling behind them all.

"Less talking, more running!"

The tracks started to rattle again, and a blinding light straight ahead caused them to realise they would soon be meeting another train. The train was now rocketing down the tunnel towards them, with the clever four for some reason deciding it best to continue running at it head on.

"Gally!" Florence yelled the boy's name, her voice high in worry. However, he showed no signs of stopping. Finally, she saw the small dip in the side where they could stop and escape the devastating path of the high speed train.

He ushered Florence in first, the girl casting a look back beforehand, only for them to see who had fallen onto the tracks. They should've known Newt wouldn't keep up. His leg of course would slow him down, and now his infected arm too.

He was on all fours on the train tracks, his chest heaving with breaths, clearly having no time to make it to them safely. Florence felt her breath quicken even more - having just ran quite far she was already breathing rapidly - at the thought of her friend stuck on the tracks.

"Newt!" Thomas yelled, his heart ready to break. He went to run towards him, only to be stopped by Gally, who raced over much quicker.

Florence couldn't take her eyes off her best friend, with Gally struggling to help him up. The train was too close now, and Thomas was also standing in its way. All she could do was yank him back from its path and flatten herself against the wall.

As the train bolted past, she squeezed her eyes shut, whispering to herself over and over that Newt would be okay. She couldn't lose him, Thomas couldn't lose him.

And for what; to find Teresa? That would be the worst part about it.

When the train disappeared, her head shot back in their direction, heart soaring when she had seen that Gally and Newt were both still alive. Gally was knelt down beside the train tracks, where Newt was flat on his back, groaning. The train went over him. It didn't hit him, but Florence imagined that it probably wasn't the most fun experience.

Thomas sprinted over, jolting Florence from her shock as she jogged after him. A smile settled on her lips as she looked in awe at her two very lucky friends.

"We never were great runners were we Newt?" Gally reminisced, and Florence's heart tugged in the slightest.

"Yeah, well I've only got one good leg." Newt defended himself, using Gally's hand to help pull himself up into standing.

"And I've only got one good lung." Gally replied comically, Florence's eyes immediately widening when she realised what he meant.

Her hand went to his shoulder,  patting it and saying, "Courtesy of our good friend Minho." She almost regretted the joke, but his face broke out into a grin and he chuckled, relieving her of worry.

They reached the end of the tunnel avoiding any more trouble, and slipped into the stream of people wearing masks, standing a little apart from one another, and going about their business as normal. Being in such a vast amount of people was such an odd sensation for Florence. The Glade only had about fifty, the WCKD compound a few hundred including workers, and any other places, definitely less than a couple hundred. But here in the city, there were thousands and thousands of people.

"This is an alert. Curfew is now in effect. Anyone caught in violation of curfew will be subject to immediate deportation." A speaker blasted through the streets, the strict instructions unnerving Florence.

They slowed to a stop by a crossing, Gally motioning them into a small circle. From the outside, it probably would've just looked like four friends bidding each other good night as it was curfew, but each of their attempts to look casual only made them look more suspicious.

"Thomas, you gotta get Teresa to follow you. Us three, we'll wait for her to get distracted, then we'll put this over her." Gally explained, briefly pulling out the cloth bag he had to kidnap Teresa with.

It was a little cruel, but it was necessary. They couldn't have Teresa finding out where their hideout was. And so as Thomas left to do his part, Gally led Newt and Florence in the other direction, to where they would be kidnapping Teresa from.

They weaved through the mass of people, turning down into a large white building, across a marble floor and down into some back alley, where the floor was damp and a flickering yellow light illuminated only parts of the corridor.

There, they waited. They stood behind a pillar, where they knew they would be out of sight, but where they could also watch the interaction Teresa and Thomas were going to share.

And then, Thomas appeared. He glanced around the alley, clearly looking for them, but unable to find them. All he could do was hope that they were there.

Teresa appeared quickly after him, and Florence felt her heart clench at the sight of the girl. She looked so much older now; more mature, wracked with worry, and sad.

"Thomas." She breathed out a sigh of disbelief.

Florence suddenly felt Newt's hand twitch beside her, and so she took it, squeezing it reassuringly. She couldn't imagine his nerves knowing that Teresa only followed him because of her feelings for him.

"Hey, Teresa." Thomas's voice held little interest, but Teresa must've missed that.

"You shouldn't be here. If Janson finds out you're here-"

"-I'm not staying. It's just, uh... I had to see you." Thomas was convincing, Florence had to admit. But it was clear for her to see that his heart wasn't in it. She hoped it wasn't clear for Teresa. "I have to ask you something. Do you regret it? What you did to us?"

"Sometimes. But I did what I thought was right." As much as Florence hated to admit it, she admired the fact Teresa did what she thought was right without letting anything hold her back. She would never make the same decision, but in a strange way, she did admire it.

"I'd do it again." Teresa's voice bounced around the walls and Florence was shaken back to reality by Gally's arm tugging her after him as he began to creep up on the unsuspecting girl.

Florence could see the sorrow settling in Thomas's eyes, but also the relief. Now that he knew she didn't regret it, he felt much more accepting of what they were about to do.

"Good."

And as soon as the word left his lips, Gally had shoved the cloth bag over Teresa's head and latched onto both of her arms. They were successfully kidnapping her.

It was difficult to get back without Teresa blowing their attempt at a cover. She yelled out numerous times, each one being met with a threat from Florence such as 'If you shout one more time, I won't hesitate to punch you-' before being interrupted and prevented by Thomas. But, Florence managed to finally persuade them to use the harmless chemical to knock her out and make for an easier trip.

Gally was then able to pick her up bridal-style, and they reached their base in mere minutes. They headed straight for the interrogation they had set up prior to kidnapping Teresa, so they could interrogate her quickly and get on with finding Minho. It all sounded a little harsh when it was put like that, but they were in far too deep to worry about that now.

Gally set her down gently, her head resting on the back of the chair in her unconscious state. She would be waking within minutes - the chemical was pretty weak - and so all they had to do was finalise their plan.

"Right, so who's gonna ask the questions?" Gally asked, moving away from Teresa and perching on the edge of the table across from her isolated chair.

Thomas sat down in the chair beside him, clearly a little in his head after seeing Teresa, not responding to Gally. Jorge and Brenda both said nothing, not knowing Teresa of course, and Frypan avoided Gally's eyes as a way of escaping the question. Florence shared a glance with Newt before raising her hand to her side and saying,

"I'm happy to-"

"-Yeah I've got to say, I think that's a bad idea." Newt interrupted, causing her to pout. She was itching to get the answers out of Teresa herself, but when she really thought about it, she was pretty angry at her still. Not that her friends weren't - she was just worse at handling it.

No one spoke again, and this time Florence's gaze met Gally. He widened his eyes at her, causing her to instantly understand his frustration at everyone's reluctance to volunteer.

"I guess I'll do the talking then." He said after a few beats of silence. "I reckon it's perfect since she thinks I'm dead still." He added sarcastically, making a ghost of a smirk pass Florence's lips.

Teresa began to stir from her unconsciousness, and Newt strolled back over towards her to lift the cloth covering her head. He pulled it off, revealing Teresa's startled expression, her hair ruffled from the material previously against her head.

Her eyes danced across them all; Newt hobbling back towards the table and flopping into a chair next to Thomas, Thomas's blank stare on her, Gally's calm expression - hiding his amusement at the fact she still thinks he's dead - and Florence.

Although Florence's lips were sealed in a tight line, giving off an aura of nonchalance, her eyes burned with fury and Teresa could see it clearly. Florence's heart began to beat dangerously fast when the other girl's gaze fixated on her, but then she relaxed when they darted back to the familiar figure she thought to be dead.

"Gally?" She questioned, perplexed.

"Here's how this is gonna go." He said, clearing his throat and casting a glance to Florence, who hopped up on the table beside him. "We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know."

Teresa's thoughts looked scattered, but there was no time for her to properly collect herself before Gally had stood up from the table, dragging along a chair towards her as he asked, "We'll start off simple. Where's Minho?" Teresa let out a small laugh, her eyes darting towards Thomas of course.

It's funny how she thinks Thomas is going to save her from this situation.

"You guys don't seriously think-"

"Don't look at him. Why are you looking at him?" Gally interrupted, slamming his chair down in front of her and seating himself on it, forcing her eyes on him. "Look at me. He's not gonna help you."

As if she still had a small sliver of hope, Teresa let her eyes linger on Thomas to no prevail. With a sigh, she looked back to Gally, waiting for the questions to unload on her.

"Now, we know you have Minho in the building. Where?"

Florence felt her heartstrings tug upon hearing his name. Knowing Teresa has been near him - or even with him - for the past six months they had been apart, made her furious.

"He's with the others in holding. Sublevel three."

Sublevel three.

Florence repeated the location in her head, her eyes instinctively moving to Brenda to see the girl scrawling down the words just to be safe. Though they both knew the words would be bouncing around Florence's mind all night.

"How many others?" Newt called, and Florence noticed something similar to hatred flicker across Teresa's eyes as she acknowledged him.

"Twenty eight."

They all looked to Brenda, her hand holding the eight of hearts, a game of solitaire lying in front of her. Raising it and looking to Jorge for approval, she gave them a reassuring smile.

"I can make that work."

"No. No, you guys don't understand. The whole level's restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID." Teresa argued in attempts to prevent their plan.

But what she didn't know, was that they had already figured that out. Florence didn't recall Teresa ever thinking them that careless before, but she guessed that her memory faded a little after all that time apart.

"That's why you're gonna come with us." Thomas finally said, Florence only noticing the shake to his voice due to how close she was sitting to him.

"Well, I don't know. We don't necessarily need her. Right?" Gally hopped up from the chair, swivelling it around and tucking it underneath the table. Florence instantly caught on to his train of thought, her mind flashing with panic as she realised a small smile was settled on her lips at the idea.

She pushed away the panic, telling herself to only think of her anger, passing the scalpel that Gally's eyes had been scanning for to him. Teresa's eyes had widened in horror, her chest heaving with breaths as her fear grew at the implication of Gally's words.

"Not all of her. We just need her finger." He twirled the scalpel between his own fingers, and Florence's heart picked up in pace. Of course, there was no way he could take her entire finger off with it, but it was still scary to think about.

"Gally, back off." Thomas ordered, tiredly, and before she could stop herself, Florence had jumped up from the table and joined Gally's side.

"Well I dunno Thomas, I sort of see Gally's point." She reasoned, snatching the scalpel back and shining it in the light. She could've sworn she heard stifled laughter behind her, but couldn't detect the source of it.

"What, are you squeamish?" Gally challenged Thomas, the girl's mind returning to their old bickering in the Glade. "I guarantee you she's done a lot worse to Minho."

"That's not the plan. Back off." Thomas retorted, taking the scalpel from his sister before she could hold it out of his reach. Gally huffed, sitting back onto the table, but Florence didn't move from her position in front of the girl.

Teresa didn't look so scared anymore. In fact, her expression edged on smug. "It won't make a difference. Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door."

So she thinks we're really stupid, huh?

"The sensors will pick you up-"

"-How idiotic do you think we are? We know this." She blurted out, stealing Teresa's attention. She could see the pain flashing in her eyes, but couldn't bring herself to care at that point.

Feeling kinder than his sister, Thomas approached Teresa, squatting down beside her chair. In that moment, a fondness had settled in his eyes and Florence questioned whether Thomas had forgiven her.

And then she realised.

Thomas is smart. He knows Teresa has feelings for him. He knows that he is her weakness. If there's any way to get her to go along with them easily, it's by using him.

"We know we're tagged. Property of WCKD. You're gonna help us with that, too." He tilted the scalpel towards her, and Florence knew she would catch on.

"Try to relax. This is gonna sting." Teresa warned, Thomas positioned in front of her with his hands slumped on the table impatiently.

Florence rolled her eyes. She - qualified as a previous Med-jack - had already removed Frypan and Newt's chips, whilst Teresa had taken out Florence's, Gally's and now was taking as much time as possible to have her hands on Thomas.

"Let's just get it over with." He replied, his eyes finding Florence's knowing ones. She raised her eyebrows in intrigue, earning a scowl from him.

"Here. See if these fit." Newt strolled past Gally, Frypan and Florence, chucking them each some clothes that might work in their favour for their plan.

"Thanks."

"Thanks, Newt."

Florence waited until he had disappeared from their eyeline, clutching the jacket and pants in her hands, before turning to the other two.

"I'm worried about him." She muttered, not wanting Teresa to catch on to what she was referring to. "We don't know how long we have before he starts to turn."

As smart as Florence was, her mind had been far too preoccupied with Minho and WCKD to think about how Brenda hadn't needed another dosage of the serum. She didn't hear Teresa and Thomas's conversation about it, but if she did, she might've caught on to what the cure was, and how he happened to be sitting right behind her.

"Me too." Frypan agreed, quickly turning to steal a glance at Teresa. "I bet she knows something she ain't telling us."

"Definitely." Gally mumbled, all of them now fixated on her, who luckily was distracted in removing Thomas's chip. They watched as Thomas stood up from where he was sat, moving away, but they were not close enough to hear the exchange of words between them.

"Everything okay over here?" Gally asked, taking the opportunity of a few icy glances from Thomas to Teresa as a way of butting into the conversation.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're done." As Thomas wandered back towards Florence, the girl was so distracted by her brother's troubled expression that she didn't see Teresa's hand wandering back towards the scalpel. But Gally did. He caught her arm, forcing her to freeze.

"Nice try."

Placing a firm hand onto her shoulder, he guided her away from the table and out of the room. And as much as eagle eyed Florence may have been watching Teresa before, she missed the girl pocketing the small tissue dotted with splodges of Thomas' blood before walking away with Gally.

Florence glanced to her brother nervously, not wanting to ask anything about his interaction with Teresa. It was likely that he would just snap at her, and due to the risk of the mission they were about to undertake, she would rather stay on his good side in case anything happened to either of them.

However, Brenda didn't seem to have this fear.

"You know she loves you, right?" She asked bluntly, causing an embarrassed heat to rise on Thomas's cheeks. He didn't like her back of course - the embarrassment came from the fact he didn't reciprocate.

"Well I don't know-"

"-She does, Thomas." Florence blurted out, before she could think about her previous, well planned thoughts. His eyes moved to her, and just as she expected him to snap back at her, his eyes softened. He opened his mouth to speak but Brenda got there first.

"Just be careful. You sort of have this problem where you can't walk away from people. Even when you should." She said simply, loading her gun with ammo in preparation.

It took both Thomas and Florence by surprise how spot on she was by it. Florence froze from where she was loading her own gun, eyeing Brenda's glances to Thomas. She could see that she still liked him, despite knowing he didn't feel the same.

"You can't save everyone, Thomas." She handed the gun over to Thomas who took it from her and pocketed it with a slightly shaking hand.

"I can try."

Brenda lingered by his side for just a second, before brushing past him and leaving the room. For a few quiet moments, Florence just looked at her brother, the reality of it all settling in.

"We're gonna get Minho back." He echoed Florence's thoughts, and although it wasn't for certain, she was manifesting it to happen. She couldn't stand any other outcome.

"Yeah, we are."