dear thomas, 

this is my first letter i could remember writing. obviously i don't know if i writing any before the maze. but even if its not my first it's likely to be my last.

i want you to know, that i'm not scared. well, not of dying, anyway. its more forgetting. it's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. so every night i've been saying their names out loud. ALBY. CHUCK. WINSTON. i just repeat them over and over like a prayer and... it all comes floating back. just the little things like where the sun used to hit the glade at the 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 remember his own name. and from this moment you ran into the maze i knew i would follow you anywhere. and i have. we all have. and if i can do it all over again, i would and i wouldn't change a thing. my hope for you is that when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able say the same. future is in your hands now, tommy. and i know you'll find the way and do what's right. you always have.

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