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It
had
n't
really
hit
Thomas
until
then
.
He
was
going
to
be
a
Runner
,
explore
the
Maze
.
Despite
everything
,
he
felt
a
shiver
of
excitement
;
he
was
sure
they
could
avoid
getting
trapped
out
there
at
night
again
.
Maybe
he
'd
had
his
one
and
only
turn
of
bad
luck
.
"
What
about
my
punishment
?
"
"
Tomorrow
,
"
Newt
answered
.
"
The
wake-up
till
sunset
.
"
One
day
,
Thomas
thought
.
That
wo
n't
be
so
bad
.
The
meeting
was
dismissed
and
everyone
except
Newt
and
Minho
left
the
room
in
a
hurry
.
Newt
had
n't
moved
from
his
chair
,
where
he
sat
jotting
notes
.
"
Well
,
that
was
good
times
,
"
he
murmured
.
Minho
walked
over
and
playfully
punched
Thomas
in
the
arm
.
"
It
's
all
this
shank
's
fault
.
"
Thomas
punched
him
back
.
"
Keeper
?
You
want
me
to
be
Keeper
?
You
're
nuttier
than
Gally
by
a
long
shot
.
"
Minho
faked
an
evil
grin
.
"
Worked
,
did
n't
it
?
Aim
high
,
hit
low
.
Thank
me
later
.
"
Thomas
could
n't
help
smiling
at
the
Keeper
's
clever
ways
.
A
knock
on
the
opened
door
grabbed
his
attention
--
he
turned
to
see
who
it
was
.
Chuck
stood
there
,
looking
like
he
'd
just
been
chased
by
a
Griever
.
Thomas
felt
the
grin
fade
from
his
face
.
"
What
's
wrong
?
"
Newt
asked
,
standing
up
.
The
tone
of
his
voice
only
heightened
Thomas
's
concern
.
Chuck
was
wringing
his
hands
.
"
Med-jacks
sent
me
.
"
