Part Four
Dark shapes began to fill the lighted space, the source was somewhere beyond.
Newt's mouth hung slack in disbelief as the shapes became solid forms.
Alby.
Ben.
Chuck.
Winston.
Lizzy.
Even his parents had waited there, waited for their son to arrive, and hoped it wouldn't be this soon.
None of them said a word as they gathered in to surround Newt, hugging him tightly, knowing, assuring.
When he was ready, they gave him space.
"Hey, Newt," said Alby gently. "You're through the final maze, brother."