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But
they
were
still
a
hundred
feet
away
.
The
right
wall
was
closing
fast
,
seeming
to
quicken
its
pace
the
more
Thomas
willed
it
to
slow
down
.
There
were
only
seconds
left
until
it
shut
completely
.
They
had
no
chance
of
making
it
in
time
No
chance
at
all
.
Thomas
turned
to
look
at
Newt
:
limping
along
as
well
as
he
could
,
he
'd
only
made
it
halfway
to
Thomas
.
He
looked
back
into
the
Maze
,
at
the
closing
wall
.
Only
a
few
feet
more
and
it
'd
be
over
.
Minho
stumbled
up
ahead
,
fell
to
the
ground
.
They
were
n't
going
to
make
it
.
Time
was
up
.
That
was
it
.
Thomas
heard
Newt
scream
something
from
behind
him
.
"
Do
n't
do
it
,
Tommy
!
Do
n't
you
bloody
do
it
!
"
The
rods
on
the
right
wall
seemed
to
reach
like
stretched-out
arms
for
their
home
,
grasping
for
those
little
holes
that
would
serve
as
their
resting
place
for
the
night
.
The
crunching
,
grinding
sound
of
the
Doors
filled
the
air
,
deafening
.
Five
feet
.
Four
feet
.
Three
.
Two
.
