Newt was deadly quiet, lately, and Alby was starting to worry about his friend. Minho too, had seen a change in Newt. his silence was jarring, as Newt was usually the one filling the maps room with chatter. Newt looked like he might not be sleeping as much as he should, and he'd most definitely lost weight. He looked bad.

"What do we do?" Alby asked Minho as the two stood quietly behind the homestead.

"No clue. I mean, whenever I try to see if he's okay he either gets mad or tries to act like his old self. Something's wrong with him for sure, but I don't know what we can do If he won't admit it." Minho answered, his concern audible.

"That's true, I guess." said Alby, sounding defeated.

"He'll be okay. We'll make sure of it. I can keep an eye on him while we're doing runners stuff, and you'll keep an eye on him the rest of the time, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." said Alby, sounding better,now, though still worried.