Newt banged his hands against the massive stone doors of death. Everyone else had gone, leaving him alone to dwell on his thoughts. His hands started to bleed and his sobs made his throat ache. They had all left him.. anyone he had ever cared for .. all gone to the bloody maze. He leaned back against the wall, tears running down his cheeks freely and he remembered the time he had climbed the maze, the time he had Broken his leg... and he promised himself he would do it again if they weren't alive. He'd do it a hundred times. Why.. Eco, they at least gave herself a chance because they went when there was still time, but Tommy. He killed himself, and Newt was starting to like him. In fact he was almost his best friend. But he had to go into the maze , to be the hero. Newt almost rolled his eyes if it weren't for the fact that Chuck had walked over. "Hey man.." he said, wiping his tears and noticed Chuck had also been crying but his eyes were filled with determination and hope. " I brought you this." He held out a couple bandages. "For your hand and snacks." Then he looked at Newt straight in the eye and said in a soft voice "They will make it." Newt could only sigh at the dream. Then Chuck sat down crossed legged to him as he looked off into the sky and started bandaging his hands.

Newt flinched every time the rubbing alcohol would touch his skin but chuck would only patt him lightly on the arm or stop for a couple of seconds. They had never been close but in that moment they were like brothers. Then chuck had finally finished and sat next to him handing over some chocolate and a couple thick blankets. Hours passed and Chuck murmured, "Please make it." Then Newt dozed off into the night.