"Wimp," Thomas said playfully. Krem was anything but a wimp but Thomas couldn't help the casual dig. He couldn't get enough of snow and how it felt and how it turned his skin red and made his fingers numb. After weeks spent in a wasteland, spent under a killer sun, he was pretty sure he could live in a snowy environment for the rest of his life.

"I don't think I'll ever not like the snow," he said, sounding wistful. "So different than the Scorch, you know. It's nice to know that seasons exist. That not everything's hot and dry."