You remember being placed in a sort box.. and that’s all. You wake up on damp grass with chattering voices surrounding you, as you open your eyes you see a bunch of guys staring at you. Minho gives an amused smirk.

Minho: “Hey look, the shank’s waking up,”

Minho chuckles while Newt gives Minho a Glare

Newt: “Easy, she’s probably bloody shaken.”

Newt then smiles apologetically to you, looking over you with concern. Thomas looks down at you with curious eyes as kneels down and he takes you in his arms, your head resting on his chest as you slowly wake up

Thomas: “think she’s concussed?”