Sam POV

As the boys moved forward, I grabbed Thomas' arm. Thomas stopped, turning. Newt and Minho stopped too, but I waved them ahead.

"Find Alby." I urged. "I need to have a talk with Thomas."

Newt hesitated. "You...you're alright? You don't need anything from me?"

"She needs you to help us get Alby down, shank." Minho grabbed Newt, dragging him away purely with the advantage of shock. "The sooner we get him to safety, the sooner me and that other shank can get some shucking sleep."

"Down?" Newt managed. "What do you mean by down?"

The other two headed into the Maze while Thomas looked at me with a worried expression.

"Sam, is everything okay?" He asked, concerned. I took a deep breath, steeling myself.

"I...I remember." I said finally.

Thomas stared at me, clearly cautious but hopeful. "You, uh, you remember what? Exactly? Cause I just want to make sure we're on the same page here."

"I remember who you are." I signed to him. "I remember what we are."

Thomas smiled brightly, "You-really? You know? You know that I'm-that we're-"

"Yes." I signed. "And you have no idea how glad I am to have my brother back."

Processing what I'd signed, Thomas grinned and hugged me tightly.

"Twin, actually." Thomas whispered. My eyes widened. I had felt our connection in the dream, but hadn't realized how deep it was. Yet now that I thought about it, it seemed obvious.

"I didn't know if you would remember." He said breathlessly, pulling back. "And I….I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." I promised. "But we can catch up later. If you managed to save Alby somehow, he needs our help. Now."

"Right." Thomas nodded, his face shifting into something more serious. "Of course. Come one, this way."

Thomas jerked his head, indicated for me to follow, and the two of us headed into the Maze.

It was scary, going back in there after what I knew they must have gone through. In one night, I'd almost lost some of my best friends and my twin brother, all in one. It was terrifying to think about. But now Alby-who was apparently still alive-needed our help. Even if the Maze seemed so much more ominous now that I knew what it could be capable of, I had to know if Alby was really okay.

Thomas and I headed down the corridors, my brain helping me to remember some of the turns we made. Even though the sun had risen in the Glade, the Maze seemed dark, the walls looming over us like a threatening shadow.

We made a few turns before we ran into Newt and Minho. Literally. They were staring up at something on the wall and I followed their gaze.

There, tangled in the vines, was Alby.

Minho looked at him with worry, examining the scene before him with awe before walking over to Thomas, the two of them talking about the best way to get Alby down. Newt, on the other hand, had a haunted look in his eyes. I understood, of course. Alby was his best friend-his leader. It was completely understandable. And seeing Alby like this? It was harder than I thought it would be. Though Newt looked far away as well, not really looking at Alby so much as he was looking through him. Perhaps he was remembering a nightmare.

I stepped over to him and took his hand. He startled badly, gasping as though he'd been in a trance, and I'd woken him up. I made the sign for okay with my hand, checking in. Newt nodded stiffly and squeezed my hand.

"Hey," Thomas put a hand on my arm, "Minho thinks we can probably cut him free with our knives. You guys should go back and tell the MedJacks. So they can get ready with the Serum."

Newt scowled at him. "I don't take orders from you." Thomas shrank.

"Newt." I said softly. "H-He's right. A-Alby's in-in danger. We have to go."

I shot an apologetic look at Thomas and pulled Newt back towards the Doors. Behind us, I hear Thomas and Minho quickly start to saw at the vines with their knives. Newt followed me reluctantly. He knew I was right, and he wanted Alby just as much as I did, probably more. He just didn't want Thomas to be right.

The two of us made it back through the Doors and headed to the MedJack tent as quickly as we could. Once we got there, Jeff-who was extremely surprised to hear that Alby was alive-quickly grabbed the rest of his MedJacks and hurried towards the Maze. They weren't allowed to go in because they weren't Runners, but as soon as Minho and Thomas got Alby through those Doors, they could help him. Hopefully it would be enough.

Newt and I waited impatiently with the MedJacks, knowing it wasn't our job but needing to see that Alby was going to be okay. Well, that he was going to get the Serum. After that….but he would be okay. Alby was a leader, a fighter. He would survive the Changing. He just had to make it back here first.

The two of us were a bit of a distance away from the others, not wanting to be in the way of the MedJacks. The others were practically inside the Doors, waiting, while Newt and I were a bit off to the side. Still holding hands.

"What did you remember?" Newt asked suddenly.

"What?" I frowned, confused. Newt pursed his lips, clearly worried by what he was about to say.

"What did you remember?" He repeated. I sighed.

"Can you be more specific?" I responded. Newt frowned.

"Thomas." He said gruffly. "You remembered him and then you two got all cheerful together. I want to know what it was."

I stared at him. What could he be thinking? Whatever it was, it was probably wrong, given how nervous he seemed. Wait, could he...did he think I had remembered that Thomas and I were...together? That's not possible! I wouldn't...I don't know what to say. Well, I did know what to say, that that would be super gross, not to mention illegal and no.

"You...you th-think that-"

"I just need to know." He managed. "Sam, I-"

"Don't tell Alby." I started. His frown deepened.

"What? Why?" Newt questioned.

"Promise." I pushed.

"But I don't even know what it...fine. Yes. I-I promise." He sighed.

"It's not bad. And I swear it's not what you were thinking. But it's...I just don't know what Alby would think. He might decide it's a problem, and it's not." I signed. Newt raised an eyebrow.

"Sam, what did you do?" He asked cautiously. It's not a big deal, right? It's totally not a big deal. I'm good. It's fine. It'll be fine.

"Thomas and I are twins." I told him. He winced.

"Love, I'm sorry, but I missed the last word. Would you mind saying it?" He cringed. I sighed.

"Twins." I repeated. He looked confused for a moment, then relieved.

"Oh, thank god." He sighed.

"What?"

"No. Never mind. Nothing. It's nothing." He kissed me. "Come on, let's just wait for Alby."

"Please tell me you didn't think-"

I was cut off by a horrible scream. Newt and I exchanged a look, then hurried forward. Alby had arrived in the Glade.

We barely got a look as the MedJacks surrounded him, but Thomas and Minho set him down quickly on the grass, wanting him to get the Griever Serum as soon as possible. Alby looked even worse now that I could finally see him up close-dark veins were already stretching across his skin, his body twitching and moaning. Finally, the others cleared out of the way and injected the syringe into his skin.

And Alby screamed.