The familiar whirling sound filled the boy's ears and I realised what it was.

It had been a month and the Box was coming up again. With a new Greenie as well...

"Great." Newt thought, rolling his eyes. He was getting sick of the same routine again.

Newt and the other Gladers rushed to the Box and waited patiently as he and Gally opened the doors. Gally jumped in as everyone glared at the new boy.

The blonde couldn't see much... but all he saw was brown hair, the most beautiful brown eyes—

"Woah Newt, the poor kid just came up. Don't pounce on him yet." he thought to himself.

Gally grabbed the poor boy out of the Box and instantly, he rushed off.

"HEY HEY WE GOT A RUNNER!" Zart yelled and everyone laughed.

Poor lad, he doesn't deserve this.

Newt goes after him as the others yelled at me but he ignored them. Someone's got to be welcoming.

He watched the boy fall over and he gasped while limping faster towards him.

"Hey, hey Greenie... are you okay?" Newt asked, he looked at the blonde boy and nodded.

He helped him up as he gave Newt a sympathy smile as he asked for his name.

"Newt... Do you remember yours?"

"... I don't... I don't— Thomas. My name... It's Thomas."

"Well then. Thomas... Welcome to the Glade."