Newt was dying, the flare virus taking over his mind little by little, slowly turning into what he feared most... a crank. Newt's eyes were almost completely black and bloodshot. It was just you, Thomas and Newt... waiting for brenda to arrive in time with the antidote.

Thomas was trying to communicate with Brenda on the radio a few meters from you.

Newt looked at you, he looked exhausted...exhausted from holding on. “You were a wonderful experience…” he told you weakly, coughing a little.