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(If anyone wants a visual, Jeff is in the picture at the very top

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(If anyone wants a visual, Jeff is in the picture at the very top. I noticed nobody really knows what Jeff looks like; since he's only in the movie in the background.)

    Thalia walked into the homestead, "Hey Jeff." She high-fived him, sitting down in a chair.

    "Hellooo there." He returned the high five, looking at papers.

    "Whatcha doin'?" She asked him.

    He sighed, setting the papers down. "Just looking at the girls status. Hey, feed her for me will ya?" Jeff handed her the plate of mashed potatoes and soup.

    Thalia gladly took it, walking over to Teresa and pulling out a chair. She wondered, if she could tell anyone Teresa's name.

    Mid-thought, the mashed-potatoes fell from the spoon and onto Thalias shirt. She mad an angry face, furrowing her brows in which Jeff laughed in response.

    "Do not laugh at me!" Thalia growled, but it was obvious she was hiding a smile herself.

   "Im not laughing it's just, you looked so angry as if the mashed potatoes did it to you—" he was interrupted with her throwing the mashed potatoes with her spoon, and this time it was Thalias turn to laugh.

   "Really? You are so impertinent." Jeff laughed, rubbing a towel over the mashed potato mess on his shirt. "I'm going to call you Thal. Lia is to boring, basic."

   She rolled her eyes, "Whose being impertinent now?" Jeff laughed, throwing her the towel to clean off the mashed potato.

   They spent the day tending to anyone who came in for help while they did their daily jobs, despite the issue about the sun.

   A somber mood rested over the Glade, an easy thing to happen when all is gray. The dim light hadn't changed a bit since they'd woken up that morning, and Thalia wondered if anything would change at "sunset" either.

   Jeff had went out the door with Alby while Thalia continued to tend for the girl, but when he returned he looked a bit worried.

   "Supplied didn't come today. Come every week for two years, same time, same day. But not today." Jeff sighed.

   "Oh, we're shucked for good now," Jeff breathed out, his reaction alerting Thalia on how grabs the situation really was.

   "No sun for the plants," he continued. "No supplies from the box—yeah, I'd say we're shucked, all right." He muttered, obviously terrified.

   "Hey, J. It's alright," Thalia put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Jeff chuckled, "J? That was all you could come up with."

   Thalia shrugged, a smile forming on her face. Jeff hugged her, Thalia returning the hug back.

   Then, if things couldn't get worse.. Teresa jolted up from her sleep.

   If you couldn't guess, a commotion outside the Homestead began. A group of Gladers stood at the front door of the house, shouting to be heard over each other. Chuck was in the group, and when he saw Thalia step outside of the Homestead he ran away just as quickly.

   Thalias gaze averted to see Thomas and the others, Chuck had ran to them, a look of excitement spread across his face.

   "What's going on?" Thalia heard Newt ask.

   "She's awake!" Chuck yelled. "The girls awake!"

    Lia, Tom, I don't know any of these people. Come get me! It's all fading . . .

   Thalia ran back into the Homestead, rummaging through all the Gladers.

   I'm forgetting everything but you two . . . I have to tell you things! But it's all fading . . .

   "Teresa!" Thalia shouted, running to her room where Jeff and the other med-jacks were tending to her.

   She understood how Teresa did it, she was inside her head. Thalia herself did it with Thomas, Thomas eventually learned to do the same.

    Teresa paused, then said something that made no sense.

   The Maze is a code, guys. The Maze is a code.

 The Maze is a code

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