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Welcome to the story Chris Jones portrayed by fetus Timothée Chalamet!
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Soon after eating, no one argues when they are told it is time for bed. Certainly not Katherine. She feels as if she can sleep for a month. The room consists of bunks on each side. It's far more comfortable than the beds they had back at the Glade.
"I got top bunk." Frypan says with a smile but is interrupted by Minho, who's up on the side of the top bunk.
"Too slow." Minho teases.
"I could get used to this." Winston lays down on a lower bunk, his hands behind his head.
"Yeah. It's not bad." Newt grins.
"Hey, what do you think those guys want with Teresa?" Thomas asks. Anxiety is visible in his eyes.
"Now, if there's one thing I know about that girl, she can take care of herself. Don't worry about it." Newt assures, patting him on his shoulder and climbs up the small ladder for the upper bunk.
"She'll be fine, Tommo." Katherine nods at her brother before climbing up to see Newt laying on his bunk, his eyes are open. But soon, they move to her. "Mind sharing your bunk with me?"
A mischievous grin appears on his face. "You don't have to ask."
Katherine mirrors his grin, before joining him and snuggling closer to him, placing her head on his chest.
"I love you." He mutters, before planting a small kiss on her hair.
She smiles gently and puts her hand over his. He interlocks their fingers and holds them tightly.
"I love you too, Newt." Katherine says quietly and he kisses her hand.
"Will you two klunkheads stop your confessions? We're trying to sleep here." Minho complains from his bunk. Katherine can sense the humor in his voice, even though she can't see him.
After a few minutes of silence, the lights go off, leaving a faint light throughout the huge room. The soft breaths and gurgly snores of boys spread deep in slumber.
Katherine can hear Newt's heartbeat beating calmly. There's no doubt that he's fast asleep.
She's safe now, rescued and delivered to this dormitory. No more worries. No more Grievers. No more death.
Relief fills her, from her toes to the end of her hair roots. But then again, whispers fill in the room.
"Hey."
"Down here."
Katherine unwraps herself from Newt's arms and rolls over to the edge to stare at the bottom of the bunk below her to see a featureless and darkly fuzzy shadow, crouching down the bunk. It's Thomas.
