You were sitting at a table in a food hall with the boys from your maze after being ‘saved’ by Janson, chatting about nothing in particular when Thomas, who had been silent for at least five minutes now, cut in whilst glaring at the door whilst the ratman himself listed the names of a few immunes.

“I wanna know what’s through that door.”

Newt glanced over at him, rolling his eyes as his second-in-command tone came in to play.

Newt: “Now, we’ve been over this. You said they were covered up, so you don't know what you saw. It could have been anything."

"No, I know exactly what I saw. They were bodies."

Thomas argued firmly, glancing over at Newt briefly before looking right back at the door at which two security guards stood.

"Aris said they bring in a new batch every night."

Minho: "Who the hell is Aris?"

Thomas pointed over at a boy sitting in the corner alone, toying with a piece of bread.

Minho: "Well, I'm sold."

The boy muttered sassily, earning an eye roll from Thomas.

As Janson finished his seemingly endless list, Newt piped up once again.

Newt: "Okay, until we know anything for certain we should keep our heads down and try not to draw any attention to ourselves."

Despite the sensible words that had just left the British boy's mouth, Thomas slammed his palms down on the table and stood up to walk over and attempt to blend in with the crowd of immunes exiting through the door he was fixated on.

Newt: "What is he doing?"