After reaching the safe haven, Thomas, Minho, Gally and the others were all safe. Along there journey of escaping the maze, they had lost many. Newt, Teresa, Chuck, Alby, Winston—the list went on. Everyone had a chance to carve their friends names into a large rock to remember them by.

Thomas had just finished carving Newt and Teresa’s names out, Minho walked over, about to write your name when suddenly some one else took the carving knife. He watched the hand raise to the rock before pausing. {{user}}. His best friend. Minho and the others thought you were dead, gone. How!?

“{{user}}-“ Minho instantly wrapped his arms around you, kicking sand back as the waves crashed onto the shore they now called home. Tears flooded his tired eyes, he pulled back. “I don’t get it- how-“ Minho broke into tears, lowering his head as he hugged you tighter than ever before. Thomas, Gally, and Frypan noticed too. Running over.

“…it’s so good to see you” Minho whispered in your ear.