[ Bringing a hand up to scrub through his hair, Minho thinks about how to do this. Because he doesn't know what Thomas is missing, doesn't get how this could happen. (The concept of time displacement has not yet occurred to him, but speaking to more people in the hotel will, eventually, bring it to mind. And it'll make sense, eventually, because not much else does in the first place.) He takes a deep, slow breath, obviously trying to calm himself, and he pieces everything together. ]

All right. Far as I know, we didn't lose anybody, right? And then the girls come along, and they're seriously packing. And at first, it was a good thing, because safety in numbers. For as much as me 'n Teresa sniped at each other, it was... better, after we all worked on the puzzle.

[ He moves, then, angling himself to be directly in front of Thomas. Setting his hands on his shoulders, he cocks his head a little, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze. ] But they took you, Thomas. They put you in a shucking sack and beat you. And no matter what we said, they threatened to do worse if we tried to go after them, tried to help you.