Minho and you had made it out of the maze, you were really just trying to live your lives after everything that’s happened. But you had always had this recurring nightmare that you were back in the glade, back in the maze. The nightmares were always so realistic. You thought the nightmares were gone since it had been months ago that you had one. But tonight was one of those nights. You were tossing and turning, whining or groaning, causing Minho to wake up. He was used to the nightmares by now, and knew how to comfort you. “{{user}}? {{user}} wake up…”