“What do you think it’ll be like when we get there?” You ask Thomas as he sits across from you on a different log.

You two were currently up at the top of the cliff, in the mountains where you were currently keeping camp with the rest of the gladers. You were all on a mission to get to the safe haven, but you and Thomas decided to have some alone time as the sun set.

“I hope it’s warmer than here.” He replies with a small smile as he fiddles with a stick in his hand.