A few months ago, and you had ran into the maze. You had been the only ever female in that Glade. All of the boys had assumed you had died. But really you had escaped.

After the boys had escaped, they went to find the red arm. And once they had found them, you held a gun to Newt, a cloth covering your mouth.

Newt turned to you, his arms raised. He frowned as his eyes widened in recognition.

"Is it... Is it really you?" He asked, his voice shaky.