Last night, Thomas had slept. Deep and dreamless, it'd been the kind of sleep that he'd had the first night after they'd been "rescued" from the Maze. That might have been the last time Thomas had truly relaxed. He'd thought they were free. They'd passed their Trial so there was no harm in sleeping.

Thomas had been wrong about that. Very wrong.

The first peek of the sun woke Thomas this morning. For a second, he thought he was back in the Scorch. When he felt morning warmth fall across his leg, Thomas yanked it back like he'd be burned. But, nothing happened. He was fine. He was in Darrow.

Embarrassed, Thomas rolled out of bed and went about pulling on a tee shirt (blue) and a pair of loose pants (black). He was pulling on socks when Derek knocked.

Carrying both his boots and a pair of shoes more suited to running with him, he opened the door, looking mostly awake. His hair was still showing signs of bedhead and he still felt cotton mouthed but he was awake.

"Morning," he said, stepping back to let Derek and his protein bars inside.