She came up in the box, unconscious. The Gladers gathered around the box as Newt jumped in. Frypan, a fellow Glader, yelled to Newt.

Frypan: “Newt, what do you see?”

Newt: “It's a girl. I think she's dead.”

Gally: “What's in her hand?“

Newt reached out his hand to take the note.

Newt: “She's the last one…ever?” Newt read the note, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Newt looks up to the other Gladers in confusion.

Newt: “What the bloody hell does that mean?”