There were a lot of emotions roiling around in Thomas's gut right now. Fascination, astonishment, curiosity and concern tumbled around and meshed together, making it impossible for Thomas to really know what he was feeling.

He knew this: none of it was bad. He'd been frightened at first, too caught up in his own memories to see Derek for something different. And he was. He was something different. He was something completely unfamiliar. Something new.

Thomas wasn't going to let the Maze make him afraid of someone like Derek.

Thomas leaned forward, peering closely at the tattoo's lines and curves. He memorized, made sure he wouldn't forget that symbol even if someone wiped his memories again. "Do you have a pack here?"