Hi there my little owlets :)

So guys its been quite a while haha. I am pretty its been over a year since I had even updated this story but there had been countless reviews during that time of people asking me to update, and I love that y'all love this story even with its two chapters. I honestly did not expect this kind of response of y'all and I just want to thank all of you, because it really does mean a lot to me :) I will keep this author's note short but I promise that I will try and update this story more frequently, winter break is only a few weeks away ;)

Thomas's Point of View

It took some time to untangle Alby from the vines that I had used to keep him from being killed by the Grievers. By the time, Minho and I reached him; the dusky light of the sun was peeking from the top of the walls of the Maze. The light helped since the leader of the Gladers was still unconscious and almost fell on top of me once I cut the last vine free. Minho chuckled, carrying Nora in his arms. He wouldn't stop glancing at her every few seconds, as if he was looking at a ghost. I took hold of Alby, slinging his arm over my shoulder so that most of his weight was leaning on my shoulders. I grunted a little since the other boy was a lot heavier than I had thought.

The grinding sound of the West Doors opening made Minho and I jump before looking at each other in shock. We had done it. We survived the Maze overnight; something that no other Glader had ever done before.

"Let's get the shuck out of here," Minho muttered, adjusting his hold on Nora before starting a slow walk in the direction of the West Doors. I glanced at the brunette girl in the other boy's arms, trying to ignore the little twinge of jealous at the bottom of my stomach. It felt wrong that I wasn't the one holding her in my arms, but as we backtracked through the Maze, I would glance at her from the corner of my eye.

She was pretty. Pretty, like the girl who was in a coma back at the Glade but her dark brown hair was tangled with leaves and twigs. And her skin was a deep tan, as though she had spent most of her time under the sun, but her arms and legs were covered in fresh scratches and faded scars. Minho and I made a left turn, the West Door was in sight and the door was wide open. Minho and I grinned at each other before quickening our pace, despite the both of us having a slight limp. I glanced at Nora again, silently wondering what color her eyes were before Minho quickened his pace to a job, ignoring his limp as he made his way back into the Glade.

"They're back," Someone shouted, their voice was faint for my ears so I assumed they were closer to the Homestead, "Minho and Thomas are back!"

It was not long after I took one step into the Glade that the rest of the boys rushed forward, some ruffling my hair, uttering nice words or staring in awe while others hissed that I must be really shucked in the head. Chuck pushed his way through the crowd and grinned at me, but it didn't quite meet his eyes. I opened my mouth to ask my friend what was wrong when another voice shouted.

"Get out of my bloody way!"

The group of Gladers parted to make move for Newt to join the group. His limp was worst as he moved towards Minho, he must have sprinted all the way from the Homestead to the Doors. His eyebrows scrunched together as he looked at the girl in the other boy's arms before stopping short.

"Bloody hell," He whispered, his blue eyes widened, "It can't be her."

"It's her, Newt," Minho whispered, smiling, "It's Nora."

"She was in the Maze for over a month, Minho," Newt hissed, "Whoever that is, it bloody as hell isn't Nora! This has to be some trick from that shucking Maze!"

"Nora was smarter than the most of us," Minho snapped back, "She was probably smarter than you or Alby, so she would have figured out a way."

Newt was silent, while the rest of the Gladers whispered amongst each other, pushing to get a closer look at, who Minho was holding. Newt's jaw clenched before he took a deep breath, and speaking with an even voice, "Get her inside the Homestead and have her wounds taken care of. I will be there in a few minutes."

Minho nodded, before jogging towards the house with Gally and a few other Gladers following behind him.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Greenie" Newt turned his eyes to look at me as Minho carried Nora away, "The Council wants a word with you."

So again, I am so sorry that it took me OVER A FREAKING YEAR to update this story and I promise that it will not take me nearly as long as update next time.

I know this chapter wasn't the longest but I promise I will make that they will get longer, I just need to get back into the hang of writing again:) But I hope y'all had a lovely thanksgiving and I promise that I will update soon! And don't forget to leave a review telling me what y'all thought :D

Love you all,

Owly