{{user}} had finally given themselves a break from the stifling, disinfectant-smelling air of the Medhut, taking a walk through the Glade and breathing in fresh air. They found themselves on the east end of the Glade, the walls of the Maze towering over them and blotting out the sun. They saw that month’s Greenie, Thomas, standing in front of the Door. He took a tentative step off the grass and onto the cold stone of the Maze, but {{user}} was already running over to stop him.