"Well obviously I didn't mean it was empty right now," Thomas said, rolling his eyes gently. He'd meant generally. It wasn't like Newt or Minho or Alby had crawled into bed with him back in the Glade.

Teresa hadn't. He probably would have had a panic attack if that had happened.

"Darrow's a strange place," he mumbled, sighing. "Things like this happening to people like me. Strange, strange place."