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"
No
,
"
Newt
answered
.
"
Still
in
the
buggin
'
coma
,
or
whatever
it
is
.
Every
once
in
a
while
she
'll
mumble
something
--
nonsense
,
like
she
's
dreaming
.
She
takes
the
food
,
seems
to
be
doing
all
right
.
It
's
kind
of
weird
.
"
A
long
pause
followed
,
as
if
the
three
of
them
were
trying
to
come
up
with
an
explanation
for
the
girl
.
Thomas
wondered
again
about
his
inexplicable
feeling
of
connection
with
her
,
though
it
had
faded
a
little
--
but
that
could
have
been
because
of
everything
else
occupying
his
thoughts
.
Newt
finally
broke
the
silence
.
"
Anyway
,
next
up
--
figure
out
what
we
do
with
Tommy
here
.
"
Thomas
perked
up
at
that
,
confused
by
the
statement
.
"
Do
with
me
?
What
're
you
talking
about
?
"
Newt
stood
,
stretched
his
arms
.
"
Turned
this
whole
place
upside
down
,
you
bloody
shank
.
Half
the
Gladers
think
you
're
God
,
the
other
half
wan
na
throw
your
butt
down
the
Box
Hole
.
Lotta
stuff
to
talk
about
.
"
"
Like
what
?
"
Thomas
did
n't
know
which
was
more
unsettling
--
that
people
thought
he
was
some
kind
of
hero
,
or
that
some
wished
he
did
n't
exist
.
"
Patience
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
You
'll
find
out
after
the
wake-up
.
"
"
Tomorrow
?
Why
?
"
Thomas
did
n't
like
the
sound
of
this
.
"
I
've
called
a
Gathering
.
And
you
'll
be
there
.
You
're
the
only
buggin
'
thing
on
the
agenda
.
"
And
with
that
,
he
turned
and
walked
away
,
leaving
Thomas
to
wonder
why
in
the
world
a
Gathering
was
needed
just
to
talk
about
him
.
