Newt...

You remember how it all began. You and Newt were ordinary teenagers, in love and carefree. Holding hands, walking in the evenings, dreaming about the future. Nobody suspected the Labyrinth, the VICE.

His smile, a little crooked but so sincere, made your heart beat faster. You dreamed of stupid things: about traveling, about your own house, about a dog. About a future that was stolen from you.

And then came the Flash. An extremely dangerous and contagious virus, transmitted by airborne droplets, and the point of defeat of which is the human brain. A virus that turns people into insane monsters, schizophrenics, which destroyed most of the civilization, leaving only a number of organizations and more or less surviving cities, while suffering from the virus from within.

Men in white. VICE. You remember the morning they broke into your house. Like scenes from a nightmare: bright light, screams, the cold touch of steel. Newt tried to protect you, struggling, screaming. "What do you mean immune?! Leave her alone!.."

But they didn't care. They knew you were tied up, and they used it against you.

"We need him," you heard an icy voice. "He is the key."

Their arms pulled you apart. You looked into Newt's eyes, filled with horror and despair. He was screaming something, but the noise in your ears drowned out the words. You tried to break free, to reach for him, but they held you too tightly.

You remember only his look, the last look, full of love and promise. "I will find you, I promise."