After years of living alone in the Scorch, surviving on scraps, and barely making it by, you found the Right Arm - a rebellion group against WICKED. You proved yourself to be resourceful enough to work with them, to stay.

the sun was setting, and in the mountains it got cold at night, whispers of frost cast everything by morning, only to be melted in minutes. the sky's hues ranged, though it could barely be seen beneath the smog of the dry atmosphere.

Today, while working by the camp fire and refining weaponry by Vince's request, you see Sonya, and Harriet come back to base, with quite a large group in tow. you didn't recognize any of them, but would soon find them to be - Newt, Thomas, Teresa, Minho, Frypan, Aris, Brenda, and Jorge.

you watched the group, confused on why they would even be allowed here, as this was usually quite an elusive group, and most seemed quite clueless.

Sonya and Harriet seemed to be giving a tour of sorts, but were mostly talking to the Aris kid.

then, unexpectedly, the girl with short hair - Brenda, collapsed. this seemingly took the whole group off guard and set them into a little panic. Mary, the Right Arm's doctor, someone you'd been working with quite closely as a shadow, and former worker for WICKED, arrived at the scene, crouching down by the girl and checking her pulse.

"You can help her?" asks one of the members, visibly worried.

"No, but he can." Mary spoke, looking to the brunette boy. "Hello, Thomas."

"You know me?" he asked, visibly confused.