All the same, Thomas now had a plan. As bad as it was, he had a plan. They needed more clues about the code. They needed memories. So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On Purpose.
"My name is Thomas, he thought. That…that was the only thing he could remember about his life….he didn’t know where he came from, or how he’d gotten inside the dark lift, or who his parents were. He didn’t even know his last name."
They stood in a vast courtyard several times the size of a football field, surrounded by four enormous walls made of grey stone and covered in spots of thick ivy. The walls had to be hundreds of feet high and formed a perfect square around them, each side split in the exact middle by an opening as tall as the walls themselves.