Right when they think they lost it, the griever grabbed Minho. Minho flew into the air then dropped back down, Thomas grabbed a knife from his bag and stabbed the griever when it jumped down. It didn't really work, but then suddenly the griever turned off. Thomas got down on the floor, "You okay, Minho?" No answer. Thomas heaved Minho on his back and walked back to the glade. Taking a heavy breath every step, when he finally got back Jeff took Minho. Newt ran up to Thomas "what happened?" "A griever" said Thomas. "No way" Newt said in disbelief. "Do you know much much Minho weights? Like seriously carrying him was so hard!" Thomas complained. "Do you want some water, Tommy?" Newt asked. "Yeah, thanks" Thomas sighed. Newt went to get some cold water.