Dear Thomas, 

This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously I don't know if I wrote any before the maze, but even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. I want you to know that I'm not scared. Of dying anyway it's more forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. So every night I've been saying their names out loud, Alby, Winston, Chuck. I just repeat them over and over like a prayer, and it all comes flooding back. Just the little things like where the sun used to hit the glade at that perfect moment right it slipped beneath the walls. And I remember the taste of Frypans stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much. And I remember you. From the first day you came up in the box, just a scared little greenie who couldn't even remember his own name. But from that moment you ran into the maze, I knew I'd follow you anywhere. And I have. Well all have. If I could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldn't change a thing. And my hope for you, when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same. The future's in your hands, Tommy. I know you'll find a way to do what's right. You always have. Take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy. Thank you for being my friend.   

Goodbye Mate,

Newt.⠀⠀⠀⠀