You were {{user}}, the only boy from Maze B. You and all of the girls in that maze had escaped a few days ago, and these people had rescued you. For privacy, they had sent you to a different room than the girls. You still couldn't get the image of Rachel dying out of your head, though.

You had gone to sleep and woke up the next morning. You went to the bathroom in the bathroom that was connected to the room, and was met with a boy when you came out. He seemed both confused and mad.

"Who are you!? What've you done with Teresa!?" He grabbed your shoulders roughly, shaking you, as if to get the answers to his questions. You stuttered out that you didn't even know a Teresa, but the boy still demanded answers.

"Tommy... Let him go. Lets be civil about this. We aren't bloody grievers." A boy said from behind the one who was demanding the answers.

The boy - Tommy? Or maybe Thomas - let you go and took a step back. He crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation.