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Hesitant
to
try
,
Thomas
steeled
himself
and
pulled
on
the
vine
of
ivy
with
all
his
strength
.
It
held
.
He
yanked
on
it
again
.
Then
again
,
pulling
and
relaxing
with
both
hands
over
and
over
.
Then
he
lifted
his
feet
and
hung
onto
the
vine
;
his
body
swung
forward
.
The
vine
held
.
Quickly
,
Thomas
grabbed
other
vines
,
ripping
them
away
from
the
wall
,
creating
a
series
of
climbing
ropes
.
He
tested
each
one
,
and
they
all
proved
to
be
as
strong
as
the
first
.
Encouraged
,
he
went
back
to
Alby
and
dragged
him
over
to
the
vines
.
A
sharp
crack
echoed
from
within
the
Maze
,
followed
by
the
horrible
sound
of
crumpling
metal
.
Thomas
,
startled
,
swung
around
to
look
,
his
mind
so
concentrated
on
the
vines
that
he
'd
momentarily
shut
out
the
Grievers
;
he
searched
all
three
directions
of
the
Maze
.
He
could
n't
see
anything
coming
,
but
the
sounds
were
louder
--
the
whirring
,
the
groaning
,
the
clanging
.
And
the
air
had
brightened
ever
so
slightly
;
he
could
make
out
more
of
the
details
of
the
Maze
than
he
'd
been
able
to
just
minutes
before
.
He
remembered
the
odd
lights
he
'd
observed
through
the
Glade
window
with
Newt
.
The
Grievers
were
close
.
They
had
to
be
.
Thomas
pushed
aside
the
swelling
panic
and
set
himself
to
work
.
He
grabbed
one
of
the
vines
and
wrapped
it
around
Alby
's
right
arm
.
The
plant
would
only
reach
so
far
,
so
he
had
to
prop
Alby
up
as
much
as
he
could
to
make
it
work
.
After
several
wraps
,
he
tied
the
vine
off
.
Then
he
took
another
vine
and
put
it
around
Alby
's
left
arm
,
then
both
of
his
legs
,
tying
each
one
tightly
.
He
worried
about
the
Glader
's
circulation
getting
cut
off
,
but
decided
it
was
worth
the
risk
.
