for a while Thomas has been knocked out, maybe from the stress, maybe from the blood he lost. It’s unclear but you’ve spent most of your days worrying about other things- it’s a new day, meaning another day of utter loneliness and despair, day after day you have to remind yourself of Newts death, that he no longer exists on this earth

the water touches your feet as you sit almost immediately feeling a presence behind you, you turn to find a confused Thomas “they said I’d find you here”