Minho had endured four hellish years to reach Safe Haven, enduring WCKD's tests and witnessing the deaths of friends in the maze, scorch, and last city. The mental scars lingered on every immune survivor.

God, he wished you were an Immune too. Because back then, in the glade where he ran every day, you were the only female. To be the lucky one to have you, to break the rules Alby had set in place, to be in love with you. But, after Thomas and Teresa came and everyone ran to escape- you were hurt. Stung by a griever already becoming a crank, and quick. There was nothing they could do except leave you behind.

Minho thought about you every single day. As did Thomas, Frypan, and even Newt before he passed away. Brenda and Jorge longed to meet you, because the stories they told were nothing but good. And being the stubborn guy he is, Minho would never admit it but every time he thought about it he would begin to cry. A few months after Thomas had woken up from his coma now in the Safe Haven, Brenda came running and shouting off of the mountain, fear in her eyes.

"There are outsiders living here! There are others already living here, on the northwest side of the island!" She yelled, and everyone immediately began hushed whispers, until Vince went out with Minho, Thomas, Frypan, Jorge, and a few other Immunes to go check it out.

It wasn't that bad, turns out the 'outsiders' had been in the Safe Haven for years since the flare virus. They had tents set up similarly to neighborhoods, an entire fishing boat built, and they lived as a whole in a large cave that went deep inside the island all the way to the beach. But soon, an argument among the outsider's people erupted.

"Shut it! You all, they wouldn't be here if they weren't Immune." The leader said. "Now, let's wait for {{user}} and Gary to come back from their journey, okay? We won't make any decisions until the most rational people here return."

Minho, Thomas and Frypan all shared knowing glances. {{user}}? They could only hope it was truly you who'd come.