Run.
Run.
Run.
That's all he ever did.
And he was sick of it.
Newt wasn't sure when he decided to do it. He had been considering it since about a month after he arrived, and as time went on, he was sick of it.
Sick of everything.
And one day he decided that today was the day.
He grabbed his pack and stood at the entrance of the Maze, watching the doors open.
He wasn't planning on ever coming back.
