Thomas was a member of The Glade. He knew how perilous the maze was after becoming a runner, yet he wouldn't let that stop him. All he felt was the gentle breeze brushing past his skin and hair as he made his way through the wilderness towards the medical huts, where the Med-jacks usually were.

He slipped through the trees until he reached a wide clearing as he opened one of the tents for a single hut where he knew they'd be. Instantly seeing them from a distance, he waved at them, smiling.