She craned her head up from the ground to look into the little tree-hut where, hopefully, Alby was still sleeping. It was still early, there was still a chance he could be sound asleep. The doors to the Maze weren't even open yet. With a swift kick from her boot, she jabbed Blondie in the side, then clamped her hand over his mouth before his shout of pain could wake the dead.

"Hey." She whispered as she glared over him. "Did you really sleep out here last night?" The look on her face must've been a little frightening, because a little shock wave of fright zipped over his eyes and he nodded slowly. "Did you put the fire out?" She furthered the interrogation. He nodded again. "Did you bring me this blanket?" Once again, a muffled nod. "Are you going to be loud if I move my hand?" He started to nod- a force of habit- then stopped himself and shook his head instead. "Okay." And with that, she took a step back and removed her palm.

"Thank you." He heaved dramatically, inhaling deeply to get much needed oxygen to his lungs. May smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for putting out the fire last night." She said and sat down next to him, the warm blanket Blondie had gotten for her still draped around her shoulders. "But why didn't you go to bed? The hut's better to sleep in." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heals of his palms and shrugged in reply. By this point, May was used to his short and simple answers."I'll make us some breakfast."

"Can I help?" He asked after May had stood up and started walking towards the chicken cages next to the corn-filled garden.

"I don't know, can you carry eggs without dropping them?"

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In minutes, the sound of eggs cooking in the frying pan rattled through the air and the smell drifted up into their nostrils, making their tongues water. Surprisingly, Blondie was really good with the chickens. A natural animal person. Which was good, since May's relationship with the two hens hadn't exactly been smooth-sailing. Around two weeks before Blondie's arrival, the two little devils actually got out of their cages and May had to chase them around the Glade before they could escape into the Maze.

Now, if they had any other source of food that they could depend on as much as the chickens, she would've let the damn things go. They were jerks. The most inconsiderate little prats in the history of chicken-kind. She'd feed them seeds, speak lowly so they wouldn't freak out as she took their eggs, but what she got in turn was just rude. Those blasted little beaks of theirs were just sharp enough and their pecks were just strong enough to pepper her hands with scratches that she hated the birds after less than a week with them. Of course, Alby thought it was hilarious.

But with Blondie around, maybe they'd be a little nicer since they seemed to like him. Maybe it was because he was a guy and the chickens liked having attention from human males. Stupid, attention-hogging, needy, pompous little cluckers.

"Looks like the chicks dig you." May chuckled slightly as she stirred the scrambled eggs with a wooden spatula she'd carved around the same time they'd gotten the chickens. Blondie just smiled and looked down at his hands.

"Oh, shut it." He muttered. His words made May laugh, something she hadn't done in a while. It felt strange, like a sudden burst of slight enjoyment seemed to just flutter from between her lips. It felt right and wrong all at the same time. It was nice to finally be at least a little happy, instead of the stoic seriousness that always seemed to plague them in this life of survival. But it made her feel bad as well that her life wasn't any happier than this. She deserved so much more than the Glade and the Maze. They all did.

"I thought I smelled eggs cooking." Alby yawned as he walked over to the two teens. The tired bags were obvious under his eyes, which meant he'd had a night full of terrors once more. It was common for Alby to have nightmares. It was common for them both to be haunted by their minds while they slept. You weren't human if you didn't have at least one nightmare while in the Glade. Alby smiled and ruffled May's hair as he walked past. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Alby." She greeted, then pulled the pan from the fire and snatched a small piece of egg from the pile. With a flick of her wrist, she popped the piece into her mouth to check if it was cooked enough or not.

"Morning, kid." Alby greeted Blondie as he sat down on a stump a few feet away from him. "You sleep okay for your first night here?" Blondie nodded.

"Yes, thank you for asking." He replied politely and scratched an itch on his nose.

"Hey, Alby, I think the chickens have the hots for Blondie." May chuckled as she passed the frying pan around for the others to eat from as well. Alby laughed as he scooped his hand into the small pile of scrambled eggs and ate his share from the pan.

"Do they now?" He asked, still chuckling as he chewed up his breakfast.

"They didn't peck me once while he was there. I think they've got a crush on him, right, Blondie?" But Blondie wasn't paying attention to her. His face had gone pale, pure white, and his eyes were as round as saucers. Something was wrong. "Blondie? You okay?" He muttered something under his breath that none of them could hear, it was so silently that May actually considered the fact that it might've just been her imagination. She and Alby exchanged glances as he carefully set the pan down on the ground, cautious not to spill the food.

"Hey, kid, you alright?" The man question.

Another pale mutter as his hands gripped the edges of his blanket so tightly that his knuckles turned as white as his face.

May crawled across the ground the few feet that stretched between them and got on her knees in front of him, looking him in the eyes and taking his hands. They shook like maracas and his eyes appeared distant, like he was staring a thousand miles ahead. Blank. Vacant. And it was scaring her. "Hey, Blondie!" She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. "Blondie, hello? Hello? Hey, Blondie, snap out of it." She quickly turned to look at Alby. "Go get some water, maybe that'll help. I'll stay with him." He nodded and ran off to go grab the empty glass jar they always used for drinking.

Another incoherent mumble.

May put her palm up and placed it against his forehead. He wasn't hot, he didn't have a fever. He wasn't cold, wasn't sweaty. Just...scared. By what, she had no idea. Maybe the initial shock of everything was finally setting in and his reaction was just delayed for some reason. She snapped her fingers again and she couldn't hide the slight panic in her voice. "Blondie? Blondie?" He gulped and took a deep breath before finally saying something she could actually understand.

"That's not my name."

Well, at least he was talking at this point.

"You remember your name?" She asked him. The fear she didn't even know she had settled inside her chest, constricting within, finally lifted and May could suddenly breathe again. There wasn't anything physically wrong with him, he was just remembering something important. She was actually kind of jealous since he didn't have to bang his head to get his name back.

"I..." He took another deep breath. "I was named after Issac Newton."

"Issac? That's your name?"

He shook his head.

"Call me Newt."