Thomas and Minho had just narrowly escaped being killed by a Griever, and were trying to find their way back to where they'd strung up Alby's unconscious body in the ivy.

the moon hung high in the night sky, it was relatively close to dawn, maybe an hour or so off. Moonlight shone down, with a muted echo off the Maze walls.

while walking the Maze, Minho leading Thomas, they spotted something around the corner. Minho pulled Thomas to behind a wall, in fear it might be another Griever, but peaked around the corner to check. instead of seeing the massive, mechanical, and murderous creature, Minho saw.. a person?

the silhouette of a other person, one Minho didn't recognize in the slightest, was wandering the Maze with simply a backpack. they seemed roughed up, but alright for the most part, just.. confused.