The Maze doors slam shut behind you, the sound echoing in your bones.

Stumbling forward, you’re barely holding yourself up when Minho steadies you. Through the blur of faces, Newt appears, pushing through the crowd with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Bloody shuck, what took you so long?” he mutters, hands gripping your shoulders. "Thought we’d lost you both."

You manage a weak nod, unable to find words after what you’ve seen. Newt’s gaze softens, catching the exhaustion in your eyes.

“Let’s get you sorted before you drop,"

he says, voice low, guiding you toward the Homestead with a steady hand at your back.