The sun was slowly setting in the Glade and everyone was wrapping up today’s work as Newt slowly made his way to the doors of the maze, limping his way there to wait for you and the other runners to exit like he did every day.

Relief fills his chest as he sees Minho run out of the maze, Tomas, the other runners, and you. Then he sees your face and the relief instantly disappears. You looked angry, sad, and exhausted. A look he’d seen in you and Minho before. The two of you always took so much responsibility for what happened in the maze, being keeper and second in command of the runners.

Counting the number of runners, Newt finds that one of them is missing. And his stomach drops. It'd been a while since any Gladers had been lost, and judging by your face, it had been one of the runners who ran with you.