Thomas looked up at the towering, metal sheets that reached far into the sky and blistering sun far above him. He reached out and lay his hand flat against the burning metal.

"Who made this maze?" he wondered aloud.

"Daedalus." a female voice spoke from behind him.

Thomas, Newt, Minho and the rest of Group B spun to stare at the blonde-haired girl who was standing behind them. She wore a orange T-shirt with some kind of animal on it and lettering in black. She had cut-off shorts and a brown leather sash with a knife at her side.

Most of the boys put their hands up, as if to protect themselves from any objects that could be thrown at them.

Theresa had changed them.

"Who are you?" Newt asked, stepping forward as the group reached for their weapons.

A boy, half cowering behind the girl, tugged at her T-shirt. He had big, green eyes and shaggy black hair. He was dressed similarly to the girl but with jeans.

"Hey." Newt advanced further. "You look like Tommy." he glanced back at Thomas, as if to check.

"Annabeth," the boy hissed. "Wrong series."

The girl or Annabeth, looked back at him and again at the cluster of teenagers in front of them.

She clapped her hands once and brought them to her mouth, grinning wildly.

"The Maze Runner! Thomas!" she squealed softly. "I loved this series! Apart from where-"

And with a sigh and a wave, the boy who looked like Thomas pulled her back, reaching for a glowing blue triangle on the wall behind them.

Within seconds they had vanished with a faint 'Died' on the stuffy breeze floating around the Maze.

"Was that a hallucination or...?" Minho asked out loud, not expecting it to be answered.

"What is it with weird girls knowing you, Tommy?"