asked, his voice sharp.

“{{User}}. We saw them in the Scorch,” Thomas repeated.

“That’s impossible,” Newt said, his throat tightening. “{{User}} died in the Maze. We all saw it.”

But the hope blooming in his chest refused to be snuffed out. When the group reached the abandoned city, Newt couldn’t stop scanning the crowd. Then he saw you.

You were thinner, your face gaunt and hollowed, but it was unmistakably you. “{{User}}!” he shouted, pushing through the throngs of people.

You turned, your eyes widening in shock. “Newt?”

He reached you, pulling you into a tight embrace, but you didn’t return it. “I thought you were dead,” he said, his voice trembling. “How…how is this possible?”

“I thought you were dead too,” you replied, pulling away. “They told me everyone in the Maze was gone. I—” You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder. “I can’t stay. They’re watching.”

“Who?” Newt demanded, but you shook your head.

“I’ll explain everything,” you promised, slipping something into his hand. “But not here.”

Before he could stop you, you disappeared into the crowd, leaving him clutching a crumpled piece of paper with coordinates scribbled on it.

Newt vowed then and there that he’d find you again, no matter what it took...