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T H U R S D A Y
It's been a long time and Thomas is tired.
Minho has talked himself to sleep and Newt has dozed off as well, both too exhausted to continue to chatter about mindless things that aren't important.
Thomas, warm and drowsy and a little stuffy headed - has skipped the idea of trying to get a few winks in. He's focused on how he could have gotten here. How he can leave. He's come to the conclusion that this is, yes, in fact, very much real, and he needs to figure out a way to get back home.
Turning his head to look at Newt, who's resting his head on one knee pulled to his chest, Thomas smiles a little bit. Once he figures out how he got here it can't be too difficult to suss out how he'll get home - and then maybe, maybe, he can kick back and relax. This is a once in a lifetime experience - who knew time travel was even possible?
He still has that itching, paranoid feeling in the back of his head that this must be some sort of practical joke, or maybe he's been drugged and placed in some weird stimulation, but for the most part, he's accepted that this is what's happened to him. It's up to him how he'll deal with it.
A part of him wants to thump himself and try to get home ASAP - but the other wants to wait and see what happens. He wants to experience this, live in a time that doesn't exist anymore. Who knows what's going to happen?
Looks like he'll have to wait and find out.
After a short while, Mina slowly rises, blinking rapidly as she lifts her head off Minho's arm. Her eyes latch onto Thomas' and he gives her a reassuring smile.
"We're not here, yet. You can go back to sleep."
Mina shakes her head. "No. I'm not sleepy anymore."
Thomas stifles a laugh. He's forgotten how funny kids can be. These kids - they're innocent, naive, a little lost and terribly frightened, but still kinda funny. Mina is going to need her big brother more than anything now, and Thomas hopes that things will be okay for them.
She sits up and rubs her face, looking around curiously. "I'm nervous," she says, suddenly, and Thomas tilts his head sideways. "I miss my mom and dad already. What if I never see them again?"
Her eyes start to well with tears and she starts sniffling, and Thomas panics. Shit. Fuck. What's he supposed to say to that?
"No! No, don't cry, Mina! I'm sure your parents will be just fine, okay? You've got nothing to worry about. Think of it like a holiday. Or an adventure. This might even be fun. You'll see."
