Touch Of Memory

Chapter X

I left the Map Room as fast as I could, trying to avoid the others. Newt came after me.

'Hold on. Everything worked out,' he said.

'I know. But I bet some people doubt me.'

'It's normal. You know how this whole thing sounds strange.'

'Yeah, I get it.’ I knew Newt was right, but his comment didn’t help.

‘What do you guys do at night?' I asked, wanting to change the subject.

'We usually have some games and we drink. What did you do?'

'We sang and told stories.'

'Quite different.'

We both smiled.

'I'd like to show you something.'

'Sure.'

We headed to one of the maze walls. As we got closer, I could see that there were lots of names were carved on it.

'I'd like for you to write your name here. You're one of us now.'

He handed me a knife and I carved my name next to his.

'So I guess the names that are-'

'Yes, every time someone dies, we have to cross their names.'

We didn’t talk. It felt good, just being there with him, not taking.

After I finished carving my name, we headed back to the Homestead. It seemed like I knew Newt for years. It was very strange. But after all, I owed him. In those few hours, he proved a lot to me.

'There is one difference,' I said.

'Difference of what?'

'The Mazes. Their air is different. I know it sounds strange, but it's as if we're in another side of the world.'

'I'll get you back to the other Maze. We'll find a way. I promise.'

'I hope so.'