‘What’re they doing in here?’ Newt asked, his whisper sounding like a small explosion in the eerie silence. Thomas jumped at the sound, then stumbled. Newt tripped over him, and then they were both laughing, legs and arms tangled in a pile on the ground. They were either stressed or starting to crack up. ‘Are you sure WICKED knows what they’re doing with you?’ Newt joked as they picked themselves up and brushed themselves off. ‘You seem a little more clown than elite.’
