"How much further?" Newt called out to thomas, who was standing with Teresa at the edge of the cliff. You and the others were trying to get to the right arm, who were in the mountains.

But you had to go through the entire scorch first.

"... Not much further." Thomas shouted back. Clearly lying.

Newt turned to you and sighed before sitting next to you, brushing the sand off his trousers. "well that's not very convincing." he mumbled. His British accent thick. Newt sighed.