It's been a day and a half since Thomas came to the Glade through the box. A lot had happened in such a short span of time and Thomas couldn't hope that things would get any better. Thd just come back from his run in the Maze with Minho when the alarm rang off signalling a new arrival from the Box, but it couldn't be...he was told there was only one new person each month. Newt, the blonde boy he was working with and also a close friend of the leader Alby, hurried over to the Box; followed by Gally, Frypan, and then Alby himself.

When Thomas reached the Box, several boys had already crowded around, peering over. Newt and Gally opened the grates and revealed what was inside. A collective gasp sounded from everyone and Thomas curiously pushed through to take a look himself. It was a girl... And you had a note in your hand: "She's the last one. Ever."

"A girl?" Thomas muttered to himself as Newt crumpled the note in his hand. That's when you woke up, gasping. You said something unintelligible before backing up to the far end of the Box, looking like you're about to pass out. "Hey...it's okay, you're okay."

You didn't listen and she bolted out of the box, running. Thomas had a sense of deja vu, remembering how he'd ran similarly, too. Alby, the leader, Newt and Thomas ran after you.