the cure.

Epilog

"Ouch", I say, when Theresa stings the needle into my arm to take my blood. "Thank you, you are done now", she says and smiles at me. I leave the house to let her make the cure and walk down to the beach. The boat will bring us to the save heaven in a few days, when we see that the cure helps Minho. I look across the sea, and then I pull something out of the pocket. It's the chain that Newt gave me. The thing attached to it is a little box, and when I open it, I find a piece of paper. It's a letter.

Dear Thomas,

This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously, I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze. But, even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. I know how dangerous it is to go back to WCKED. But I do it for Minho. And for you. For all of you. And because I would give my life for you without a doubt, I am betting that I will die in there.

I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well, not of dying, anyway. What I am scared of is see you guys dying. And of forgetting and being forgotten. That's why I write you this letter.

Every night I've been saying their names out loud. Alby, Winston, Chuck.

And I repeat them over and over like a prayer and it all comes flooding back.

Just the little things like when the sun used to hit the Glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped beneath the walls.

And I remember the taste of Frypan's stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much.

And I remember you.

I remember the first time you came up in the Box, just a scared little Greenie who couldn't even remember his own name.

From that moment you ran into the Maze, I knew I would follow you anywhere. And I have. We all have.

If I could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldn't change a thing.

My hope for you is when you're looking back, years from now, you'll be able to say the same.

The future is in your hands now, Tommy. And I know you'll find a way to do what's right. You always have.

If I don't make it back, take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.

Thank you for being my friend.

Goodbye, mate.

Newt.

For a moment I can't move or breath. Newt was sure he would die when he would come with us, but he came anyways. He came to protect us. Newt saved Minhos life, and Frypans and theresas. And Mine. Newt gave his life to save Mine.

One week later

The cure worked. We are sitting on a beach called the save heaven, people walkinh around us and building up a new life. I look to my left and see that Minho and Alia are talking. "You know", Minho says, "You remind me of my little sister" "You had a sister?", says Alia. Minho nods. "Thomas told me. He has dreams in which he remembers things." "When I was in the maze, I got stung by a griever, but we had a cure for that. When they cured me, I remembered everything. I had a brother. I remember that he got taken away by WCKED."
Minho looks at her and suddenly his eyes lit up "Alia", he wispers, "you are my sister. My little sister."