Live ➳ Newt

22 | the lady in our dreams

Bailey

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"Look, love."

Newt sighed calmly, rolling his thumb over the top of my fingers, "I'm really sorry about blowing off your dream like that, it was pretty shitty of me."

I nodded slowly, "Yea it was."

He glanced over at me, completely shocked. "Aren't you supposed to forgive me?"

"Not if I don't want to," I replied, a smile forming across my face, "It's my decision."

He chuckled lightly, guiding a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yea, I guess it is."

I leaned in, carefully adjusting myself so I won't put any pressure on his leg. His face was only inches away from mine before-

BANG!

The med-jack door slammed against the wall, letting a very concerned Thomas walk through.
I pushed myself off of Newt quickly, fixing my hair as fast as I possibly could. Thomas stood there for a second, looking between the two of us before shaking his head sternly, "I don't want to know what you two were doing," he sighed, "but we need to talk, Bailey."

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"I figured it out."

He stated calmly, leading me out of the small hut. I nodded slowly, allowing him to talk more. "I now know that Teresa was the girl in my dream, the one about WICKED with the lady talking. But, I don't understand why we were put in here yet. I feel like there's a bigger problem outside the maze that we don't know about."

"Yea, I feel like you're right."

"The lady that was talking, she has to be in charge of all this. Her voice was so controlling and stern. I can't get it out of my head."

I sighed, remembering back to my nightmare. "Me either."

"What?"

I took a deep breath in, "My nightmare. I heard her talking in my nightmare."

He glanced over at me, shocked, "You did? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, I was still trying to process it? Plus, we weren't really friends at that point."

"I guess you're right."

"I didn't tell anyone about it besides-"

He interrupted me, "Newt."

I sighed once more, nodding my head yes. He rolled his eyes, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Alright well, what was it about?"

I spoke carefully, reciting the exact words I told Newt earlier that day.
Thomas took a second to take it all in. After a moment, he crossed his arms against his chest. "We have to get our memories back."

"What? How?"

"You said this Ben guy got his memories back, right? When he got stung by a griever, it's got to be the only way."