Clara's eyes flew open to the sound of breaking branches. Someone was there. In a brief moment of panic, she jumped into a sitting position, her back pressing against the tree. Standing a few yards away from her, the blonde boy from the day before stared at the ground in shock, a pile of sticks crushed beneath his foot. Clara's shoulders relaxed at the sight of the only boy that she could trust. For a moment, she studied him.

The boy wore a white hoodie, the sleeves rolled up and the cloth smudged from hard days at work. He also had on brown jeans and sneakers. Across his chest were two leather straps for holding things. Like weapons. But Clara dismissed the idea. Why would they need weapons anyway?, she thought.

The blond trudged over and dropped to the ground next to Clara, taking a nervous breath before speaking.

"Hello." was all he said. Clara hesitated a bit, confused by why he was being so friendly to her.

"Hi." They met each others gaze and Clara's heart couldn't help but flutter when she saw his eyes. They were deep brown and changed a different shade whenever he moved. She could even see flecks of gold in them.

"What's your name?" he asked, breaking their stare.

"Clara. What's yours?"

"Newt." he replied, giving her a lopsided smile.

"I like it. It's unique." There was a pause and they leaned against the tree trunk. Clara was appreciative of the peace. But it also made her remember where she was, and sadness settled over her. Her eyes filled with tears so Clara squeezed them shut.

"You've been brave, you know." Newt said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I first came up in the Box, I was crying nonstop for a week." Clara laughed softly.

"Well, thanks... I guess." Newt nodded and stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants, and held out a hand. Clara looked at him with wide eyes.

"I'll give you the Tour, don't be scared." he reassured her.

"I thought Alby was the only one who could do that. Will you be allowed to?"

"Eh, that shank won't mind. Come on." Clara decided she was going to trust Newt. He was the only good thing happening in her life at the moment. Clara took his hand and he helped her up. Newt's grip was strong, but gentle, almost protective. Clara wanted to stay there in that moment forever. But she reluctantly let go and followed her new friend out of the woods.