Thomas had gotten to Newt in time and had given him the cure. Just like he had promised. There was no way in hell he was going to let Newt die again. He already had to see him die once and he didn't want to see it again. He wasn't even sure he could handle seeing it again. For now, though, he just had to wait and see if he gave Newt the cure in enough time. Which, he was telling himself that he did. Brenda had been pretty deep into her infection before Mary had given her the cure. So, Newt had to be fine. He was going to be fine.
He had been sitting on the couch in the apartment, lost in his head. The sound of the front door unlocking got his attention, though. He quickly stood up, ready to fight if he needed to.
"Teresa?" How did she know where he and Newt were? He didn't tell her. Then it dawned on him. She was placed with them. That's why there were three bedrooms. "I got to him," he finally replied before sitting back down. "He's in the other room, resting."