"It seems like this whole time we've been here, we've been running in circles." Thomas said disappointedly, placing his head in his hands. "Not exactly...." I say, trailing off. "What do you mean 'not exactly'?" Minho inquired, placing air quotes with his fingers around the words 'not exactly'. "More like running in squares." I explain, trying to make a joke, but failing miserably. "Haha, not to disappoint you or anything, but this isn't the time for bloody jokes." Newt said, irritated at my attempt to lighten the situation. And that joke just so happened to get the gears turning towards something much larger than any of us ever expected.