After the lunch, Newt and Thomas were persuaded by the Gladers to join them in the gym. Thomas, however, joined them a little later after talking to the same guy who Minho saw him talking to in the morning.

"Newt." Minho intended to ask him about that guy but changed his question after noticing his expression. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." Newt said, then thought for a second. "I don't know."

As they were walking toward the gym, Newt motioned Minho to slow their pace so that they were out of the hearing range of their friends and the guard walking in front of them.

"Thomas is not feelin' well." Newt told him.

"What?" Minho looked back and saw Thomas running towards them. He clapped Minho on the back as he reached them.

Newt didn't say anything until they reached the gym and they both were alone. "He almost had a panic attack in the library. I asked him what happened, but he dodged it, sayin' he doesn't know."

"Seriously?" Minho was taken aback by that. "And you don't believe him."

Newt looked dejected. "I want to, but I also know he's hidin' somethin' on purpose. I know he'll tell me, but why can't he just tell me now."

"Maybe he doesn't want to worry you."

"I know that. But he shouldn't just keep it to himself. You should've seen him in the library."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

"Yes!" That was exactly what Newt wanted.

"Okay..." Minho was not sure if it would work. Why would Thomas tell him anything if he is not even telling Newt.

Newt and Thomas were surprised would be an understatement. The gym was bigger than they expected. Quickly after reaching there, The Gladers divided themselves into two team and started playing basketball. They ran and played, and their laughs echoed in the big hall.

After three matches, they switched to different games. Newt gave Minho a look before going towards a punching bag and putting on boxing gloves. Minho nodded and stole Thomas from the others, saying that he wanted to play table tennis.

"But, Minho, I don't think I know how to play it." Thomas tried.

"You thought you didn't know how to play basketball before, as well." Minho said as he dragged Thomas towards the table. "Just give it a try. I really want to play this."

Thomas took the racket in his hand. "Why don't you ask anyone else?"

"Nah, I want to play with you." Minho said and threw the small ball at Thomas. "You serve."

After playing for ten minutes, Minho said. "Wow, you really don't know how to play this."

"Thanks." Thomas said, as he was struggling with catching the ball, he missed again.

"No, I mean, You're terrible at this..."

Thomas finally caught the ball and stared Minho with an unamused face.

"Is everything alright?" Minho suddenly asked, changing the tone of the conversation to a serious one.

Thomas's expression changed to a tired one. "Is it written on my face that something is wrong?"

"Yeah."

"Huh?"

"You look terrible. Your mind is not at the game, and it looks like you'll die of a jump scare any moment whenever these guards come around."

It looked like Thomas wanted to deny it for a second, but then changed his mind. "You know there's something wrong about this place, right."

Minho thought for a second. "I thought so at first, but now it doesn't feel like that. Why? Did something happened?"

"I saw the guards taking some bodies inside a room. I think it's the people that they take from the canteen every day."

Minho just keeps on getting shocked today. "When did this happen?"

"When did what happen?" Winston asked as he walked past them to get to the water container.

"Last night." Thomas replied.

"Last night?"

"I saw them through the vents."

"You sneaked out alone!"

"No."

"You and Newt sneaked out without me!"

"No! I went with Aris."

"Who?"

"The guy from the video, we saw in the lab..." Thomas looked at Minho's still puzzled face and facepalmed himself before saying. "The one whose maze was full of girls."

"That guy! The one you were talking to in the morning."

"Yes."

"And Newt let you go?"

"He didn't know..." Thomas was confused as to where the conversation was going.

"Now, I get it."

"Get what?" Thomas didn't know what he got because he still didn't tell him the actual thing.

"Why Newt was mad at you?"

Thomas's eyes widened, "Newt was mad at me?!"

"Yes." "Yeah." "He was." Came the sound of Jake, Frypan and Winston respectively as Minho nodded, which silenced the sound of disagreement, Newt made.

Minho and Thomas realized that all the Gladers were taking a water brake near the water container, which was in the hearing range of their conversation.

Newt glared at the Gladers and said again, "I was not mad." Everyone ignored Newt.

"How long have you been hearing us?" Thomas asked, looking at everyone.

"Not that long. I thought you two knew that." Winston said, looking bemused.

Newt went back towards his punching bag and Thomas and Minho followed him, leaving the others to play table tennis.

"Hold up." Minho bewildered as he held the punching bag for Newt, "I'm still not over you sneaking out with a random guy at night without telling Newt."

The sound of the punching bag getting hit really hard came before Newt said, "He doesn't need to tell me everything."

"Newt." Thomas looked like a puppy who just got kicked.

"That's not important." Newt pointed, and continued punching at a controlled pace. "Tell him what you saw."

"They were carrying the bodies of people into a room." Thomas said with a serious expression. "The vents didn't go inside, so I don't know what they did with those bodies."

"And you think they were the bodies of people from the canteen." Minho asked.

"Yes!" Thomas looked at Minho with a spark in his eyes.

"No." Newt stopped punching and took the support of the bag, breathing heavily. "He doesn't know that. Whatever it was, it was covered. It could be anything."

"I know it was human bodies." Thomas said looking at Newt removing the boxing gloves with the help of his teeth.

"Well, don't just assume who those human were." Minho hit lightly behind Thomas's head.

"Then we have to find out what's inside that door." Thomas replied.

Newt, who was massaging the back of Thomas's head where Minho hit him, glared at him.

"Don't just rush into things. Think for a minute here. How are we gonna do that? We can't just accuse them of hiding bodies inside a room."

"We'll sneak in then."

"I don't think it's a good idea to cross this people." Minho looked worried. "Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?"

"Why aren't you? You know something's wrong. How come you don't wanna know what's wrong? You wanted to till yesterday."

Both Newt and Minho had the same answer, but none of them wanted to say it out loud or admit it. Luckily for them, just then a soldier came in and called them for dinner. Thomas, not understanding why Newt and Minho were acting like that, got a little annoyed by both of them.

All the Gladers were pushed harshly inside their dorm. "Get your asses in there! All of you!" a guard said and locked them inside.

Was Newt angry? Yes. Did Newt know this would happen? Also, yes. Did he try to stop it, though? Newt would say that he tried his best, but a part of him knew that what Thomas is doing is right. He just didn't think that Thomas would be fool enough to try and get inside the door by straight-up walking in past the guards, which of course didn't happen because he brawled the guard and now all the Gladers are locked inside their dorm.

"What the hell was that about?" Minho asked Thomas, surprise but no anger in his voice.

"You didn't really think they were just gonna let you through?" Newt asked.

"Nah, of course I didn't." Thomas reached in his back pocket and took out the access card he stole from the guard.

'Of course he's not that stupid. I don't know whether I'm feelin' proud or annoyed.'

"I'm gonna find out what's on the other side of that door." Thomas told them.

"Right." Newt said trying to control the rising anger.

"Newt, they're hiding something. Okay? These people are not who they say they are." Thomas said, turning around and moving toward his bed.

"No, Thomas, you don't know that!" Newt snapped, that made Thomas turn back around to face him. "The only thing that we do know is that they helped rescue us from WICKED. They gave us new clothes. They gave us food. They gave us a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time." There, he said it.

"Yeah, but-"

"Some of us a lot longer than others." It was a cheap shot, but right now Newt couldn't care less.

Thomas's eyes widened. He couldn't think of anything to say to that. He could tell that all the Gladers felt the same way Newt did. It was not fair to them, but he has to do it for their sake. Before he could try to explain, at that exact moment a vent cover came sliding out from below Thomas's bed, making everybody jump.

"Hey, Thomas." Aris said from beneath Thomas's bed.

"What the..." Frypan said, crouching down to look under the bed.

"You got it, didn't you?" Aris asked.

'So, they both planned this together.' Newt scoffed, not looking at Thomas.

"Yeah. Let's go." Thomas wasted no time and crouched down to get beneath his bed. Before leaving, he sighed and looked back at his friends. "All right, look, maybe you guys are right. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But I got to find out for sure." With pleading eyes, he looked at Minho and Newt. "Just cover for me. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Newt looked away, all his anger vanishing with Thomas, leaving only despair. Newt sat down on Thomas's bed with his head between his hands. He could feel the anxiety crawling up his spine.

Minho knelt down to look at the vents in which Thomas went. He looked up at Newt and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him. "Newt..." He wanted to say, 'Everything will be fine.' But knew better than to give false hope.

"Would one of you like to explain, what's happening?" Frypan asked.

Newt and Minho looked at the three other Gladers and then at each other. Newt felt a headache, he really didn't want to be the one to give them the bad news. Minho understood and got up, looking at Jake, Frypan and Winston. He told them everything that they saw and heard ever since they completed the maze.

"Why the hell didn't you tell us before?" Winston asked.

"It's probably nothing. Thomas just thinks a lot." Frypan said at the same time.

"We didn't want y'all to worry. And like Fry said, it's probably nothing." Minho said, and everyone went quiet. The three Gladers knew that even if they hadn't hidden this information from them, they would've themselves chose to ignore it, just like Newt and Minho were doing right now. But they knew better than to hope for the best.

"We should prepare for the worst." Minho said he sat down on the bed opposite to Thomas's.

Newt's anxiety was still kicking up. For the first time in his life, he hopes that Thomas is wrong. He got up, started roaming around the dorm, trying to think of every possible worst case scenario. He tried to come up with all the plans they will have to go through if they got any bad news. But his anxiety won, and in the end he could come up with nothing. Just overthinking all the scenarios in which everything bad happens.

Well that doesn't matter because Newt doesn't think he could be prepared for the news he got when suddenly Thomas threw the vent cover and started rushing them all to leave.