The Glade was experiencing a normal day; Track-hoes and Gardeners working hard on the farms, the fabricated sun casting down UV rays as bright as ever. Alby, Newt, Thomas, and Teresa were having a mini-gathering in the Homestead, a rackety building in the far corner of the Glade that served as a home and meeting place for the Gladers. Minho and his runners were out in the maze, not to return for another few hours.