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𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 gazes at the maze in front of him as he spots the three runners jogging out. His eyes scan over Blake's figure, checking for any visible injuries. Of course, he can't see them up close, but he can't help to check. Blake, Minho, and the other runner run straight past—disappearing into the thick brush.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Thomas' head turns back towards the maze—brainstorming ideas to find a way out.

"Anyone try climbing to the top?" Thomas wonders as he shovels the dirt beneath him.

"Tried it. The ivy doesn't go all the way to the top, and besides, where are you gonna go from there?"

"Yeah, well, what about the box? Next time it comes up—" Thomas starts to suggest

"No, we tried that. The box won't go back down with someone in it."

Thomas shoves the shovel into the dirt, leaning on it, "Okay, well, what if we—" he begins

"No, we've tried it all. Twice! All right, trust me, anything you can think of—we've already tried." Newt says, leaning on the side of the garden support.

"The only way out of here is through the maze."

Thomas fiddles with the shovel beneath him awkwardly.

"Now you want to be helpful?" The blonde reaches down to grab a bucket beside him, throwing it at the greenie. "Go dig us up some more fertilizer."

Thomas takes the small shovel out of the bucket as he trips over a root beside the garden, walking away.