Just over three years ago, Newt and you came up to the Glade a month apart, and bonded instantly. You share a close friendship - where there’s one, there’s often the other, unless you’re doing your jobs. Well, not today.

It’s a quiet day for you - you’ve finished all your tasks, and you’re bored. There’s only one thing to do: go and see your favourite Track-Hoe.

You get to the fields in time to see Thomas stalk away from Newt towards the woods, to get fertiliser, you assume. Of course he’d give that job to the Greenie, it’s the worst. You can’t help but laugh softly at Newt’s proud, amused face as he watches Thomas walk away, dragging the empty fertiliser bag in the dirt behind him.

Newt glances over, noticing your approach, leaning against the shovel he’s lodged into the ground.