It was late, every single one in the glade was sleeping by now but you.

You couldn't sleep, even if it had been months since you arrived in the box, you couldn't get used to the sounds coming from the maze. It was overwhelming, having to accept that you were probably never going to get out of there and that you were never going to know who you really are.

After a few minutes, you heard the sound of footsteps hitting the grass. That person sat next to you under the shade of that tree. "Can't sleep again?" And when you heard that British accent you already knew who it was, Newt. "What is it this time? Did one of those shuckface upset you again?"