[ His hand falls to his side, limp, as he recalls the Maze experiment. Remembering waking up with no memories and a fake name impressed in his mind, like someone broke in, stole everything and in one final act of defiance - spray painted 'Newt' on the wall in big red letters to mock him. He'd never know what he was before, who he was before. The Creators were sure of that. WCKD took everything from him and now they were trying to take his life as well.

He's hesitant to answer, knowing what happened last time someone found out they were WCKD's property. Doesn't matter now, they were waging war on the damn corporation, right? ]

It was -- [ Hell. ] a test. Run by Wicked. It was a giant maze, the walls moved at night, and... [ The grievers... The ones that killed so many people he knew. ] It was bloody awful.

[ That doesn't explain much, he knows, but he doesn't know this girl... ] What is Tomorrowland? Is that the place free of infection - for immunes?