this is the first letter i can remember writing. obviously i donât know if i wrote any before the maze. But, even if itâs not my first, itâs likely to be my last. Iwant you to know that iâm not scared. Well not of dying, anyway, itâs more forgetting. Itâs losing myself to this virus, thatâs what scares me. So every night iâve been saying their names out loud. Alby. Winston. Chuck. And 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 before it slipped beneath the walls. and i remember the taste of Frypanâs stew â i never thought iâd miss that stuff so much. I remember you, I remember the first time you came up in the box, just a scared little greenie who couldnât even remember his own name. From that moment you ran into the maze i knew i would follow you anywhere. And i have. We all have. If i could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldnât change a thing. And my hope for you is that when youâre looking back years from now youâll be able to say the same. The future is in your hands now Tommy, and I know youâll find a way to do whatâs right. You always have. Take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.Â
                                                       goodbye mate,                                                                         Newt.â