Thomas walked with Newt as they left the shack, Will insisted upon staying to make sure Minho didn't get everyone killed. This place seemed lifeless and empty its inhabitants hidden away somewhere. Newt was quiet, his mind spinning with questions, eyes fixed somewhere on the ground Thomas was acting very much the same. They weren't really headed anywhere yet, just walking "Hey?" Newt looked up from the ground to find brown eyes on him "Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" It felt like the stupidest question Thomas had ever asked but it was the best he could come up with. Newt let the question evaporate without an answer seeming as though he didn't have an answer to give, he'd been through a lot in the past few days. It occurred to the Keeper that this was the first time they had been alone since being in that cell before Minho and Will had rescued them, even then that was really only Newt and his unconscious friend.

He'd woken up in that cell, dim lit and colourless void of any markings, sign, words or sounds except the ones he was making. He had tormenting flashes of Frypan's head colliding with the floor, Minho's fear and Tommy's screams begging him to open the door pouring out his heart into his fist that he had hit the stone with, Newt had felt the pain in his own hand as Tommy had tried desperately to force himself into Newt's mind. His heart had raced thrumming in his chest when he realised that they had been tricked and captured, circling himself with wild eyes he saw Tommy lying on the floor of the cell, unresponsive and quiet, and suddenly nothing had been more terrifying. "T…Tommy are you alright?" his voice had shaken as he moved to the boys side "Hey wake up, Tommy please wake up" he willed the boy to give him a sign, resorting finally to checking for life he placed his two fingers against his pulse and sighed loudly looking up at the ceiling to avoid any tears from falling, Tommy was alive and he needed him right now. He had to get the shank off the floor.

"What you did back in the Maze" Thomas' question brought the Keeper out of his thoughts and his eyes fell again, pain and regret radiating from him now, "You have performed as expected." That is what haunted Newt now; they knew he would sacrifice himself, he should have known it was a trick and stalled for time, bargained or did something unexpected. But he was stubbornly selfless and played right into WICKED's plans.

"You tried to do the right thing…" Thomas offered but Newt interrupted abruptly "And it got him killed!" there was a venom in his voice that Thomas had never heard before, the Keepers expression drained of anger as fast as it had appeared "I'm sorry." Newt brushed at his hair looking away as he said it, he hadn't meant to snap at Thomas.

The Runner nodded following silently as Newt led them into the bare arena still with no destination in mind "He was my friend. The Gladers were my family. You and Minho are all I have left." Newt took in a sharp breath "I want to protect the both of you, but I don't think I can." He dared not to look at his friend until he felt a hand in his own, gently entwining their fingers together. "We're okay." The Keeper gripped the hand tight "Now we're gearing up for a suicide mission, and I don't know what's left for us all if we do make it." Thomas moved closer "I know this place is broken, but if we can get back WICKED, we can save our family and try to put the world back together." Newt laughed "Tommy we don't remember anythin' what makes you think you know anything about the problems out here?" it was the lack of response that gave Newt pause, Thomas was looking at him wearing Frypan's knowing look; the one he hated. The Runners brown eyes bore guilt and confusion, Newt could feel it and knew that it belonged to Thomas

"Tommy you sayin' you actually know something?" Newt left his hand fall from Thomas' grip not sure what to say next, the Runner had been keeping things from him he knew that, but if he was going to keep it from him indefinitely then Newt was at a loss.

Thomas felt a memory of a similar moment flood his mind, Newt's face appeared in a blur "You're saying you're a part of all this? Gally was right…" The Keeper scoffed turning away from him but was stopped by Thomas' hand on his shoulder "I can get you all out of here."

Thomas was back in reality watching the same moment unfold "I… I remember things" he was stuttering over his words afraid Newt would abandon him now, or betray him. There was that word again.

"What do you remember?"

"Who I am."

Newt stood still, choosing to let Thomas continue to explain "I worked for WICKED, I wasn't a subject like you guys. This…This man was using you all for something"

"What man?"

Thomas shook his head "I don't know who he is, but the memory wipe they gave us, Newt it doesn't last on me. I tried to save you guys… but I failed."

"Can you show me?"

Thomas took Newt's hands in his and imagined those memories that had returned to him, Thomas showed him the moment they had first met, and when he had sabotaged the test and sent himself into the Maze. Although after a few moments something interrupted their images and the memory fractured revealing something Thomas hadn't seen before.

"Isaac?" a voice trailed into earshot "Isaac it's okay I'll be gone only a while, William will watch over you." Thomas could see a clearing image of sand, there was hills of it, a light wind sending some into the air as the sun was rising "What happened 'ere then?" came a gruff voice out of the line of vision.

"He fell of the truck, playing around with Will." That was seniors voice, the gruff voice appeared closer now "I see, does your leg hurt little fella?"

"Don't worry Uncle Gus I'll make sure no cranks get near him, Dad's gettin' the nurse" It was Will's voice but younger and Thomas felt a surge of familiarity, he was witnessing Newt's memory.

The memory faded again and Thomas retuned to reality. The grey of the arena coming into focus, sharing memories was something new to him.

There was a moment silence between them "You saw that too?" Thomas simply nodded in reply to Newt's question. The Keeper could feel something overwhelmingly good, happiness maybe? He had remembered something, it was like a miracle for a moment until he couldn't make any associations with it. The memory felt like it belonged to someone else, and for the longest time it was as if he was born in the Box and his whole life had been the Glade. He didn't want this memory, it belonged to Isaac not to him, and he wasn't Isaac anymore.